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Temptation | Priest!Miguel O’Hara x femreader [part 4]

W/C: 7,1k+ Go read the other chapters

Warnings/Rating: 18+. Religious content. Some Spanish. [smut spoilers ahead lol] ~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader has a vagina. Oral (f receiving). Some overstimulation. That’s all, babe.

A/N: so so so sorry it took so long. Thank you for your patience. I got real wrapped up in the chapter and work has been working me. Looking up flower symbolism and shit. Also, turns out the Bible has smut too. The scripture quoted throughout is from Song of Songs 4-7. Let me know what you think. Pic is something I found on Google (shame)

The chill of the evening air reminded the two who stepped into it that August was bleeding into September. Change was in the wind that carried hues of summer - fluttering down from trees that were shedding their warm colors for leaves of yellow, red, and orange gradients. The sun set earlier day by day as autumn approached the little town hidden in the Catskills mountain belt.

As the sun buried itself deeper into the horizon, it cast an expanse of purples and blues on the clouds above the two making their way into the courtyard behind the church. The pair stole away, silently sneaking out a side door, while the others enjoyed their supper inside. They were accompanied only by the statues of winged angels frozen in time - pouring bowls of abundance into the garden.

Wildflowers burst from patches along the walkways as the tall man guides the follower to a bench situated beside a maple tree. He ducked to avoid the overhead branches as he sat down and invited the other to join him there.

Wild Asters sprouted on either side of the bench in large clusters, long stems shooting up petals of white and red. The one still standing admires the stark contrast between the backdrop of the natural world and the seated one’s black clothes and collared neck. No words have been exchanged since they stepped into the open air but the silent invitation of the large hand patting the open space made the other feel tingles, nonetheless.

The black clad man kept his hands in his lap and shot sideways glances at the one beside him. Their nerves caused them to bounce their knees rapidly. The silence and their nervousness was too much for the man to bear. He wanted to calm them down and reassure them that all was well. He placed his large hand on the other’s knee, halting the bobbing leg. The sudden touch caused them to look up at him into the stormy dark eyes that showed nothing but concern and curiosity. He spoke their name and the song brought them back to Earth.

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“Your confession last-” the deacon began, but was interrupted by your nervous apology.

“I’m so sorry that you had to hear all that. I am so embarrassed and I understand if you think I shouldn’t come here anymore. The last thing I want to do is get you in trouble or-.” This time you are interrupted by that large hand squeezing your leg gently. You look down and see the long-sleeved black dress shirt rolled up to his forearm, the muscle there too tight for it to roll up any further. The veins in his arms protrude and you trace one with your eyes that trails up his arm to the back on his hand. His palm envelopes your kneecap and the long fingers create a cage around the joint. You swallow your words and silently curse the clothes separating skin.

“Please… let me finish.” He brought his other hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sounded strained, as if he had to get the words out or he would burst. Like the things he had to say were compacted in his skull and caused pressure to build between his eyes. You fell silent again and your eyes darted between the scrunched lids of his eyes.

“Ever since your confession I have been wanting to speak with you. I tried calling after you that day but I know I must have scared you.” Fear wasn’t the primary motive for hauling ass out that church as much as it was shame, but you didn’t want to interrupt him. “And then you weren’t here on Sunday… I realize after your confession that you’re only really here for your mother, but I so wished you were here that day so we could talk face to face.” He continued slightly solemnly.

“I hated that we didn’t get to speak on your struggles further and we weren’t able to close the confession as you deserved. You need to know that I hold no judgment towards you - that session was between you and Him. Everyone's path is different and faith isn’t cookie cutter.” He was so impassioned that when his eyes finally met yours again they lit up with excitement in his explanation.

“I owed a fellow man of the church a favor and I took over his confession shift that day last week. The fact that you came to confession that day… on that day of all days. To you all that may seem serendipitous or coincidental, that you felt that strange urge to release those doubts on the day that I was in the booth, but we in the business like to call that ‘God’s Timing’.” The worry and stress seem to melt away as he talks about your interaction in the booth, very different from the reaction you were expecting. His eyes brighten when you, him, and God are being mentioned in the same breath. He becomes more animated and gestures to the expanse of nature around the two of you.”You were meant to go there that day and say those words, I was meant to be there to hear them, as we are meant to be here now in this garden.”

His chest rises and falls from the excitement he feels. He was certain that this is what is felt to be overcome with the Spirit as he had seen in other churches. For the words to fall out without filters and not hold back the faith. When he lowers his eyes to yours again there is a soft smile in them that matches the one slightly stretching his lips.

“I don’t care if you don’t believe in what I preach,” He says this suddenly and his smile slowly fades into something more serious. “It doesn’t bother me that we don’t share the same faith in Christ.”

Heavy pause follows the revelation and you dare not interrupt him, giving him the time to express himself as he did for you in the booth. The setting sun shines rays into his eyes and they reflect back deep amber irises. Their brilliance bounces across your face like he is studying every inch of it - as if your countenance were a difficult passage in Numbers to interpret.

When he speaks again, you find that you aren't as drunk in the music of his voice. The notes are grounding and almost meditative.

“But what worries me is that you don’t share the same faith in yourself that I do. That you don’t see yourself as worthy of blessings when you are a blessing yourself.” The light chill in the air can’t keep the heat from creeping up your chest and neck. His tone became lighter as he went on.

“You are more than deserving of good things. I know our internal thoughts make us feel otherwise, but I need you to know that what they say to you isn't the truth. We all have personal demons that make us question ourselves.” He tilts his upper half more towards you and his large shoulders jut against the backdrop of maple branches and stirring leaves.

Slowly, so slowly, he slides his hand centimeters up your leg so it’s resting more on your thigh.

“I must also confess that I…” He inhales sharply and releases the words with his exhale, “I’m fighting against every urge in my body to maintain myself when I’m around you.” His brows furrow lightly as his other hand comes to cup your chin again, like he had that first time you’d met. The voice is now the smoky room of a jazz club reverberating lowly in the small distance between the two of you.

“Trying to uphold the principles that have nearly been beaten into me when you are in the same room,” he starts to lean in, “you don’t even have to be in the room, mí vicio, for temptation to threaten the sanctity of my profession.”

He tenses ever so slightly, you feel and hear the hesitation in his touch and voice.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, or abuse my position..” he starts to pull his hands away, but you quickly grab his hand on your leg and grip his wrist to hold him there. His eyes widen at your response and his mouth hangs open slightly. A pointed canine dipping into his plump bottom lip as you move his hand to cup your cheek.

He brings his face to yours and looks into your eyes again before his stubborn raising escapes his lips, attempting to put his faith before pleasure, “Tell me to stop… tell me we can’t do this.” He presses his lips together and turns his head away a little. The anguish in the words makes you think he might crumble from the war in his mind.

You respond by closing the rest of the gap and pressing your lips onto his cheek. There is an evening shadow of hairs that poke into the soft kiss. He brings his eyes forward to lock back with yours and your noses bump together. Your breathing mixes and his shoulders rise and fall heavily and it seems as if he’s bracing himself with the grip on your leg. The temptation of just being close to you causes his lips to tremble.

“I don’t think you’ll burn in hell if we kiss,” you try to lighten his tension some and he does chuckle as you feel the shaky breathing on your cheeks.

“Funny.” He quips, but he doesn’t say aloud that he’s already burning. His insides are on fire at the feeling of you in his hands. He knows his soul is doomed if fantasy is enough to condemn. He’d burn for the images he’s pictured of you, the positions his imagination puts you in, and for the way his body is reacting to your permissive responses now. The fact that you want this as much as him makes holding back more difficult.

The anticipation that hung from your pout was too much for him and he whispered to himself before pulling your chin up and kissing you.

Just a press of lips against lips. They brushed against each other as your noses moved to accommodate for the space removed. That first kiss was brief, an innocent expression of the brewing affection between you. Yet, it was laden with complex emotions. A small jolt of electricity sparks from Miguel's chest at the kiss and his heartbeat echoed like a drum in his chest.

He was taken aback at how the simple, sweet kiss had made his head spin and when your lips parted he saw your eyes reflecting desire in their haze. Your eyes closed again and allowed your lips to guide the way.

The two of you traded little pecks and pleasure courses through his body. His hand from your knee now held your right hip and the cupped palm now snaked behind your neck and held your head to his as he deepened the kiss. It was harder to hold back as the deacon’s lust, his want, his desire, was too strong. He peaked down through slitted lids at your hands holding the chest of his shirt in fists and grunted against your closed mouths.

Unadulterated passion overwhelmed him and he poked the tip of his tongue to your lips in request. In those cold showers he had taken to try and control his thoughts, he had instead sinfully prayed to feel the inside of your mouth with his tongue, his fingers, and his currently tented dick. Your receptiveness made him nearly whine when you opened your lips in invitation. The buzz in his brain made him lose his inhibitions as he greedily licked into your mouth. He explored your slick cheeks and your tongues clashed together in their first meeting.

As your tongues danced between your mouths, you found that you were the one having to pull away for breath. Father Miguel’s face had reddened from lack of oxygen since he was prioritizing kissing you inside of breathing. His eyes would open halfway, his eyebrows would knit together in a pleading manner, and his pursed lips were swollen when you pulled away. Strands of his dark hair dangled into his forehead. The desperation on his face and in his grip on you was certainly a sight to behold. It was alluring that he was so affected just by kissing, you imagined just how sensitive he must be. It would be a lie to say you weren’t also feeling warmth pool in your belly at the exchange of kisses. You held his face in your hands and your bodies pressed against each other when he wrapped his arms around you. His voice dripped with yearning as he spoke:

“Let me show you how worthy you are…”

The words were a whisper in the wind, a secret kept by the rustling leaves, but they held a vow he intended to uphold.

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Getting away from your mother was surprisingly easy. She was wiped from cooking and everyone was shooing her home, telling her they would handle the clean up. The only real clean up was from the dishes they had dirtied as she had done most of the kitchen keep up as she cooked.

You should’ve been tired too but your mind still whirred from the excitement earlier. The promise of another rendezvous had you eager to volunteer in the clean up. Your mother looked at you again with pride when you told her to go on ahead and that you’d meet her home later after finishing here. If only she knew your true intentions.

Getting Father Miguel away from his parish was another story. You were washing your hands in the kitchen sink as the last of the trash was being taken out. Discretion was attempted as you stole glances at him helping others with their things and wishing them a blessed evening. At one point he catches your eye and his conviction nearly crumbles, but to you he maintains his composure. He gives you the aforementioned signal of a nod and shaky smile and you dry your hands before excusing yourself from one of the church members on your street. You make it seem as though you’re leaving for the night, but head towards the opposite end of the hall when the dining room door closes behind you.

You try to keep your nerves together as you enter the room on the far left end. You try not to think about Father Steen’s name on the door. You try not to hear the innocent farewells and blessings from the other side of the church. You try to look away from the surrounding symbols of sacrifice for sins you were actively committing. You try to calm yourself and your racing mind as you settle in the chair opposite to the one at the desk.

Curiosity temporarily overtakes your other worries when you crane your neck to see the pages that are open on the desk in front of you. It’s obvious what book it is but it’s hard to tell what chapter given it’s upside down, eleven size font, and single-spaced.

You don’t notice the noise completely dying down in the other room as you scan the office. You’ve never actually been in this office so you don’t know what belongs to Father Steen or the deacon. You do recognize the Catholic vestments that were worn by the elder but there was one you hadn’t seen that was separated from the others.

You could tell as you approached that it was much more fancy than the humble ones worn by either of the church heads. Its red satin underside was soft and silky against your inquisitive, yet careful, fingertips. The emerald green top portion was trimmed and detailed in intricate golden lacework. Embroidered red and white flowers weaved with golden stems and darker woven patterns accentuated the colors even further. It was sturdy and seemed handmade as you held the matching stole that hung from the hook beside it.

A knock on the door brought you back to reality and you murmured a ‘come in’. Funny how he was knocking to come into his own office.

He opened the door and walked through the threshold - the top of his head not even an inch away from the frame of the door. He saw you standing by the robes and smiled. He approached you and looked at the robe with you, feeling the fabric himself.

“This chasuble is a Spanish cut. It came from the priest that ran an orphanage in the city and it was a gift to me when he passed.” There’s reverence in his voice as he explains the importance of the robe, and the true weight of the words doesn’t go unnoticed to you. There’s still so much you didn’t know about him.

“Obviously it’s way too fancy for regular service but I always carry it with me. Bring it out for weddings and Easter. Best part? It’s got pockets.” You share a laugh as he wiggles his fingers in a hidden pouch along the inner lining on the front of the robe. He wiggles his eyebrows as well making you laugh more. The sound of it makes him beam at you and you can’t help but feel whiplash from the range of expression he’s given in such a short time.

From a near blubbering mess just from your lips, to this coy attitude now after congregating with his congregation. That tingle returns to your gut at his confident smile and you think of what was going through his mind when you left to come into the office. Did he watch you leave as he shook hands and embraced his newfound flock? Did he feel any impatience with the others who hung on his words? Did he have a change of heart and is attempting to let you down gently? You understood that this was a big No-No in his vocation… maybe post-kiss clarity and being surrounded by the ones trusting his judgment was making him have second thoughts.

Your doubts cause you to speak up, unfortunately spoiling the upbeat mode but you had to make your concerns known.

“I don’t want to make you do something you’ll regret.” His smile fades at the comment as you continue, “you could lose your job.”

He turns towards you from the garments you were admiring.

“Think of the consequences…” you stamper as listens to you, “you could lose the influence and respect you have amongst your fellow brothers in preisthood.” You brace yourself on the chair behind you as you slowly back up past it. He follows you closely.

“Breaking your vows would be a sacrilege.” Your back hits the desk but the deacon still approaches you. “You could be cast out.”

His hands are on your hips and face and your breathing quickens as he leans in, his voice a husky whisper, “For a nonbeliever, you’ve really done your research.”

You know his cocky demeanor is only temporary; when you start kissing again he’ll be back to incoherence. It doesn’t stop you from blushing up at his towering frame.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” he says and starts to pull away as he had before, so careful not to overstep. Again you put your hands on his chest and it takes everything in you not to squeeze the muscular pecs stretching the front of his shirt.

“I want this. So badly. What I don’t want is you feeling guilty. I know what I want but I also know what is right. I don’t want to be the cause of any turmoil or strain in your spirituality. I’ve caused too much wrong to be the reason you break sacred vows important to you.” You both cling to each other against the desk.

“How could I regret this?” He asks so quietly it’s like he’s asking himself, or silently asking God. “Are matters of the heart to be ashamed of?” The storm in his eyes brewed at the idea of even having to explain himself and his feelings to someone above him in the church. For a man who has never been married, never seen God in the loving embrace of another, to try and tell him what love couldn’t be. How could he be expected to turn away from the act of God placed before him now? How do those in the church not see that to love Him, to truly flourish in His image, is to cherish and admire His other creatures? He scans your face and the hand there moves to gently hold your hands on his chest. How badly he wished to banish any doubt clouding your mind.

“I don’t know how else to explain it other than I have developed a deep connection and affection with you and I wish to learn more, so much more.” His breathing is slightly ragged and you feel the rise and fall under your hands. “Your confession, if you still feel the same, makes it nearly impossible for me to deny this anymore.”

“I cannot deny my feelings and continue to serve the church in a capacity that forbids me from you.” You’re speechless at the words and the abrupt honesty. “I’m making these decisions with my eyes wide open.”

“Deacon, I-“ you begin, but he cuts in to say,

“Please, call me Miguel. Not sure how much longer I’ll be a Deacon after this gets out…” He can’t hold back now that you’re alone so he kisses you because he can. Because there is nothing to hold him back from doing so, and your lips feel so good pressed to his. Hearing you say his name causes a low groan to come from his throat and he parts when you frantically protest against his lips.

“What do you mean? No, no one can know! Not yet… oh my god what would my mom think?! She’d believe I corrupted you, and I have, haven’t I?” Your nervousness and the fact that you were more afraid of the judgment from your mother than that of God Almighty made him chuckle again as he nuzzled into your neck and laid kisses up to your ear.

“Corruption and change are not the same. You have brought about a change in me. While I no longer feel I am the same man I once was before meeting you, I am happy for it.” He moves a hand slowly up your back to cradle your head and he feels like King Solomon taking his Queen to bed in Song of Songs as he kisses your neck.

Your neck is like the tower of David,

built with courses of stone;

on it hang a thousand shields,

all of them shields of warriors.

“Please,” He whispers into your ear and takes the lobe between his lips in a tease, “let me reveal my devotion to you.”

Your only response is your fingers entwining in his hair and a gasp, but it’s enough for him to capture your lips again. This time he wastes no time easing your mouth open with his tongue.

Your lips drop sweetness

as the honeycomb,

milk and honey are under your tongue.

He hasn’t had a woman in his arms like this is such a long time. Excitement overcomes him and his hands aren’t sure where to rest on your body. He wants to learn you only by touch. Allowing himself to be led blindly by faith in your embrace. He cups your breasts over your shirt and moans open mouthed into the kiss. You mewl at the abandonment of restraints you both had been holding yourselves back with. You’re not too lost to the feeling of his hands sliding back down and under your shirt. He traces your spine up and down and grabs at newfound flesh.

“You’re skin… tan suave.” He’s breathless again from the frenzy of kisses and touches he’s covering you in. He nearly loses it wondering how soft the rest of you was. The thought brings his fingers to your bra and he undoes the clasp there. He pulls away to see them fall slightly and his teeth dig into his bottom lip and he nearly growls before pulling your shirt up to reveal the loosened bra still veiling your breasts. His eyes are hungry, but he still asks, “May I?”

You’re frustrated at how long this is taking. Usually this sort of thing is a quick ordeal without all this checking in. You take a deep breath and remind yourself who you’re dealing with. You reassure him with a curt, “No more asking.”

Something snaps in his brain and he’s pulling your bra off and quickly replacing the cups with his own hands. He massages them both, lifting them lightly to feel their weight and admiring how your nipples react to the exposure to air and his fingers. The theories of intelligent, immaculate design are confirmed to him as he gazes at them and appreciates them.

At first, you’re on edge about the intensity in his eyes as he looks over you. Then you realize that you don’t know the last time he’s been with someone and that you just aren’t used to time being taken on you. You attempt to regulate your breathing and relax but when he gently tweaks the buds of your breasts between his large fingers your back arches.

He nearly drools at the sight of your body’s reaction and brings the hardened nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip and caught it in a suckle. You moan and the last thing he sees before your shirt drops over his head is you tossing your head back. He grins devilishly and grazes his teeth over the sensitive nub before moving to give the other some attention. He doesn’t leave it unattended for long when his fingers run his remaining spit over the delicate pucker.

You pull your shirt up and off, discard it somewhere in the room. You couldn’t go any longer without the enticing image of his face in your chest. His lips parted briefly from your right tit so he could mumble, “Dios, me encantan tus tetas…”

The praise and slightly blasphemy of the Lord’s name used in marvel of your body made your head spin. His free hand gripped your hip, then the flesh of your back, ghosting over your soft belly. His fingertips then slip into the hem of your pants and trail fire in their wake. You buck your hips involuntarily and ignore the dig of the desk in your back side.

He pulls away to see your face and the feedback your body gives him. He accepts it eagerly and continues to tease and pull at your pantyline while pinching and pulling at your nipples.

“Please, Miguel-,” The breathlessness in your voice and the flush of your face makes his already hard dick twitch in the restriction of his pants. His name in that sweet, needy tone made him moan out a ‘yeah?’

“I need you.” Your eyes are glazed from the pleasures he’s bestowing upon you. A sheen of sweat shines on your bare chest from the heat of the moment. Your body is on fire and this is only second base. The sensitivity levels of you both were turned up high, but maybe the taboo of it all was causing such an intense reaction. Or maybe you were feeling the same fervent connection he revealed to feel for you. The same string pulling you to one another.

Any resemblance of control fell away from him completely at your pleading pout. His lips crashed down onto yours again and an image of you he’d had in his mind many times flashed and he knew what you needed.

His hand swiftly unbuttons your jeans and the sound of the zipper is in slow motion as he inhales your breathy moans and pleas. His hands move to either side of you and he peels the denim off your burning skin.

He pulls away from you and looks in your eyes as he begins to lower himself. He kisses every inch of newly revealed skin. You’re suddenly feeling slightly self-conscious because you haven’t had a need to do any sort of landscaping for a while. This hadn’t exactly been planned. You look down at your nearly naked body and blush at how he is still completely clothed. You see the dance of his curls as he pulls the jeans off your feet. Then he’s on his knees.

This man of God, in his uniform of black with the white collar slightly askew, knelt before you as if you were an altar to pray to. His hands roamed from your ankles up to your thighs and then down your backside. He squeezes the flesh all over and they never truly settle in one place. He’s intent on learning each curve and dedicating every mole to memory. He catches your eyes and is emboldened by the lust in them so he leans up to press kisses along your abdomen. He murmurs against your tummy at how beautiful you are and how you can stop him at any time. Then, his fingers are hooked around the sides of your panties and he begins to slide them down.

He can’t help but take his time. There were a couple reasons. The first was this was simply too amazing to rush. He’d been in situations like this, and knowing what was coming next excited him. Pulling you out your jeans and spreading your legs brought wafts of your scent into his nose. The aroma was robust and earthy and it drew him in as your panties came down. It had been so long… the smell of your heat made him nearly light-headed but he inhaled deeply. He couldn’t get enough. He had to taste you.

Your panties were still around your knees when he buried his face into your pubic hair and took a deep breath in. You nearly buckled in embarrassment but his arms wrapped around your legs to bring you to his face even more so. He hugged your crotch for a moment and the smells went straight to his cock. It’d been so long since he’d been presented with such a pretty pussy and he had to appreciate the moment.

He pulls you out your panties the rest of the way and pushes you back against the desk. The back of his hand presses to your inner leg and you oblige him by spreading them both for him to get a better look. He sighs as he sits back on his heels and admires the image that has been in his mind for the last couple weeks. The offering of your own communion already glistening from the heavy petting and kissing is more captivating than his imagination could ever be. He paws at the hardness in his jeans and takes a mental image for later.

Motivated by the hunger in his eyes and the way his eyes move in the need to see it all, you start to lose the voice in your head that makes you worry about your body. You bring your hand down and spread your lips a little for him, a little moan escaping you. He nods as if being given instruction and wordlessly brings his mouth to you.

You cry out his name from the touch of his lips to your sensitive flesh. He’s simply kissing the parts you presented to him so graciously. You lean back and brace yourself more on the desk as his hands come up to massage your inner thighs. He moves lower and looks up at you before dragging his tongue slowly up from your seeping pussy to your clit. Your hips buck again and he grins deviously.

The grin and his lewd teasing showed a transformation in the man, as if this part of him laid dormant just beneath the surface of sacredness. His eyes seemed to shift to an alarming red in the lighting. His fingers dug into you like claws. His teeth seemed more pointed when he flashed those wicked grins up at you. He was the one on his knees, but he was the dominant force.

He brought his hands to his new heaven and spread the pearly gates with his thumbs. He blew gently on the exposed, heated skin and you whined from the lack of friction.

Blow on my garden,

that its fragrance may spread everywhere.

Let my beloved come into his garden

and taste its choice fruits.

The stretch of your legs and the wetness that shone between them looked so inviting. He massaged his thumbs up and down, rubbing your lips together and then apart again. His mouth watered at the sight and he licked his lips.

“You’re so wet for me…” he breathed the words before plunging into your waters. The tension, teasing, and time carefully taken on you had driven you crazy but the satisfaction of his tongue on your clit drove you mad. You arched your back and placed your hands on his broad shoulders, the pleasure bringing you to smile and moan in delirium. No longer were you worried about his job, the way you looked, or if he was interested in you as much as you were into him. He was definitely proving that now as he at you out like his last supper.

You surmised that he had to have had some kind of experience with this as you gawk at the expert movements of his tongue. At first, he prodded with the relaxed muscle to test the waters. Now, he was buried into you up to his nose. His tongue would flatten when he wanted a wider range of flavor and you’d feel the large pad lapping you up. Then he would tighten it and drag circles around your clit, sometimes licking into your tightness as if he were starved. He took note of how your body twitched when he pushed his tongue inside you to taste the velvety smoothness of your tight walls. He saw how you jerked with too much stimulation on your delicate bud. He groaned at the sight of your body moving above him, the way your hair hung in your face. The vibration of his convulsing tongue inside you as he groans makes you toss your head back and chant Miguel, Miguel,…

Fueled by the mantra of his name, Miguel goes back to swirling around your clit. He decided his tongue isn’t long enough to feel as deep inside you as he’d like and pushes his middle finger into you halfway. The promise of penetration causes you to grind on the finger and consequently onto his face as well.

He’s sometimes closing his eyes as if he’s in prayer while consuming communion. But the buck of your hips and your weight shifting down on him made his eyes snap open so he could watch your immodesty through lustful eyes. He pulled as you pushed, maintaining the single digit only halfway. He wanted to take his time feeling you and becoming acquainted with what you had so graciously offered to him. When he pulls away from you to speak, the sight of his puffy lips and chin shining with your wetness nearly makes you fall forward.

“Be patient, please,” his voice drips with desperation, “it’s been so long.”

You let out a low whimper but complain no further when he wraps his lips around your clit again and starts moving his finger inside you deeper, finally. You arch your back and your fingers entangle in his hair.

Your light pulling on his hair pulls another moan out of him and he can’t help but rub the underside of himself as he pleasures you. Your wet noises make him want to bathe in your scent and sleek walls. Your moans make his cock twitch in his tightening pants. He flattens his tongue on your swollen clit and languidly licks around and at it directly. He greedily adds another finger so he can gauge just how tight your opening is, but has to ease it in slowly as you cry out.

“Ooh, so tight.. so wet..” He murmurs against your slick as he wiggles the two fingers inside you. “Todo para mí?” This could easily be interpreted as coy, but the tone is earnest. He truly feels blessed with the gifts you’ve so graciously given. He flicks the tip of his cock over the pants as he sweeps his fingers to graze a particularly delicate spot inside you. As soon as his fingers touch that bumpy groove you see stars in your vision. The direct stimulation to your most sensitive space and this new sensation was nearly overwhelming.

“Miguel, ‘s too much.” You pant and attempt to push him off for some reprieve.

He lifts his head with worry in his eyes. His fingers straighten and pump inside you at a grudgingly slow pace. The slightly sweaty strands of hair stick to your thighs as he gently rests his head on it. Leaning on his devotion.

“I just want to make you feel good.” His eyes trail back to watch the way your pussy clings to his fingers when he pulls them out slowly. He seems entranced with the way you stick to his fingers even when they aren’t inside you. You look down to watch the lewd scene and see just how hard his cock is and how he’s got a grip on it through the clothes he’s still fucking wearing. “As good as you make me feel.”

You melt at the words and when his thumb comes up to press around your glistening pearl. He slid it across the top, just above the screaming bud, as if flipping through the thin pages of the Good Book. He ghosted over the area you found tried and true when you were doing this alone and your body, your voice let him know.

He slides his fingers back inside, unable to hold back any longer. His pace is shaky at first, but becomes stable again.

“Mmm, is that good for you?” He begins rubbing small circles in the spot you so beautifully inclined him towards. You nod and moan in response and then he asks you something that nearly knocks you off the table:

“Will you please cum for me?” He asks between heavy breaths that feel warm on your slit. He wondered how you looked, felt, smelled, sounded, and moved when you orgasmed. When he first placed that wafer in your mouth he wanted to be the reason that it happened. He wanted his name to be the one you called out. “Fuck, I need you to…” the curse and the words from the holy man made your insides twist and burn. The steady driving into your core and thumb on that sweet spot causes you to close your eyes and roll your hips with the rhythm.

He says your name and your eyes snap open again.

“Look at me.”

The way his large body slumps between your legs and the background of Catholicism surrounding the two of you hits a dirty switch in your brain and you’re nearing the edge. He can tell by the tightening of the muscles in your thighs and the way they nearly straighten out to give yourself more purchase.

“Just like that. You’re so close aren’t you, tell me.” You cry out a yes!! through your gaped mouth.

“Cum f’me, please. Cum for me just like this. Just for me.”

The words, the perfect pace of his fingers, the way he’s looking up at you… you reach your climax and fight to keep your eyes open as he asked.

Through your lashes you see that he’s grinning up at you. Your slick still on his mouth and stringing between his lips. The type of grin that shouldn’t be on a priest’s face. That’s two things that shouldn’t be on his face now as he licks around his pumping fingers to devour the flow of juices he’s poured out of you.

Your thighs clench around his head and your body spasms, he pulls his mouth away to look up at you between the trap of your thighs.

“Yesss, just like that you look so good. Such a good girl.” He mumbles with a mouth full of your slickness.

He moves his thumb off the hood of your pulsing nub to not overstimulate you, but his fingers remain inside you. The way you pulsed and squeezed around him mesmerized him. He matched the pulses to the grip on his length in a futile attempt to simulate the intoxicating spasms brought onto you by just his hands.

He tries to memorize the heartbeat of your warm burrow as it begins to ease on your come down. He’ll try to emulate the sensation later - on himself - but he knows and dreads the fact that it would not compare to the readied womanhood presented to him. He bites his bottom lip and groans.

You notice how he holds himself and you can’t pull your eyes away from the tent he’s holding back in his pants. Your arms, still a little shaky, move down and you grab his face. You pull a little and he obliges and stands again. He snakes his large arms around your naked body and doesn’t seem to care about any mess you might leave on him. You pull his face to yours and kiss him. His puffy lips are warm against yours and when your tongues touch you taste yourself and feel another coil form in your gut. You pull away and tell him, in a raspy voice,

“I need you. All of you. Please?” Encouraged by your orgasm, you reach your hand down to grab the erection that’s been begging for you.

He hissed your name through his teeth at the sensation and grabs your wrist. He was already embarrassingly close to his own orgasm after having watched you and toyed with himself. Your grip on him made his knees nearly buckle.

His protest made you worry and your arm seized in its place. You let go of him and stare up into his eyes to see where you went wrong with him.

“What’s wrong, Miguel?” The concern in your voice makes him bore his eyes into yours.

“Nothing, no, nothings wrong. You did nothing wrong. I do want this, oh God, you don’t know how badly…” It’s almost as if he’s gasping the words. Your touch, it set him on fire. But, he didn’t think he should, or could, have you the way he really wanted. Not now. Not here. “There’s something you should know. It’s not embarrassing for me, but it’s important you know.”

The seriousness in his tone has you scanning his face for any more information. He says your name and then reveals the truth and you’re left speechless. His tone is matter of fact, the words shocking.

“I’m a virgin.”

You are a garden locked up;

you are a spring enclosed,

a sealed fountain.

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Chapter 5? It might take some time tho…

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blues824 · 11 months

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Brothers react to Raiden Ei!MC leaving them a note explaining that their puppet body is rebelling against her so she’s going to fight her in a pocket dimension for their safety, and the brothers break in to pocket dimension anyways just in time to witness her go against her puppet counterpart like in Ei’s story quest

Hello! Gender-neutral reader. Also, I based it off of Ei rather than the Shogun, and I used the Wiki.

Lucifer

It was through his first interaction with you where he learned that you were not quite excited about the changes you were going to have to adapt to as you lived in the Devildom. To be fair, he didn’t like a lot of changes to his schedule either, but he was prepared to receive an exchange student.

The two of you actually got along very well. You were stern, but you were also fairly social. There have been many a night where the two of you would sit and talk in his office. He learned that you were an archon and that you were dedicated to the people you ruled over. Aside from being more responsible, you reminded him of Lord Diavolo.

When you two get more romantically involved, he loves spoiling you. He knows that you love sweets, and thus gets them for you whenever he goes to the store. You both make a very graceful and elegant couple, and the rest of the brothers agree. You had to admit that you loved Lucifer with all of your heart, as someone was finally looking out for you rather than you being on your own.

One day, the Avatar of Pride woke up to his bed empty aside from himself. He looked and saw a note replacing you, and he read it to see that you were fighting the Shogun in a dimension… to protect him? Didn’t you know he was one of the most powerful demons within the Devildom? He finally made it to the pocket dimension you had created for the battle, and he helped you through it.

Mammon

He originally thought that you had a stick up your ass for how strict you were. You were like an archon version of Lucifer, and it pissed him off. What was worse was that you retained all of your electric abilities and you would constantly shock him when he was doing something that could get him in trouble.

But, for some reason, he still did catch feelings, and even though he tried to hide them, he was too obvious. He liked to take you on long drives in his car just so that the two of you wouldn’t be interrupted when spending time together. It was also the only time where you got to see the true him where he wasn’t trying to hide his vulnerability. You would tell him about how you were an archon and a ruler back in your world, and it called you to have a ‘stick up your ass’, you used his quote that he cringed at.

Eventually, he does actually ask if you would be his first just like he was yours, and you said yes. You will never know how happy he is just to be able to call you his, as it feeds into his sin but in the best way possible. He liked to follow you around like a lost puppy, and while it is suffocating sometimes, you do love him as much as he loves you.

However, one day, he went into your room and you were gone. There was a piece of paper, stating that you were fighting the Shogun and that you would be back when you can. So, instead of just waiting to see if you would be alright, Mammon jumped into the pocket dimension and joined you in the battle.

Leviathan

He is a total fanboy because you are just like that character from that one game he has played before: A God Took Away My Sibling And Now I Have To Traverse This Realm To Try And Get Stronger And Find Them. For the first few weeks, he is shut in his room because there is no way he could even attempt to talk to you without passing out.

But, you went inside instead and he was just frozen in place. You had greeted him in a very proper and formal manner, and his face just went red. From that point on, you would choose to hang out with him whenever you decided that you needed to escape your harsh reality as an exchange student. Besides, you were quite curious about video games, and Levi was the best person to go to for that.

When Levi had asked if you would be his Player 2, he was so nervous. However, he threw his arms up in the air when you accepted, and his little display of excitement was just adorable to you. Nothing really changed between the two of you, aside from the fact that now you would cuddle with him in the bathtub that he uses as a bed. His arms became the eternity you had been searching for back in your world.

One day, Levi woke up to find you missing. There was a note on his monitor, saying that your Shogun had been acting up and you needed to deal with it. He went into the pocket dimension to see one hell of a battle taking place. He summoned Lotan to help, and pulled you back since electricity and water don't mix too well and he didn’t want you getting hurt.

Satan

The two of you could see that you would get along great. From the first day, you both were together. He would take you to all the book shops in town as often as he could, as the books inside could teach you about both modern and Devildom customs and traditions. You had said you wanted to learn about the new realm you had found yourself in, after all.

After your ‘dates’, he would take you to go get some sweets since he knew that you loved them so much. On multiple occasions, people would mistake the two of you as a couple, but it was those people that planted the seed within your brains. That aside, it was on these little trips to the shops where you would get to know each other. You learned that he hated being compared to Lucifer, and he learned that you were an archon who would choose your people over anyone else. That last bit did sting a tad, but who cares?

When the two of you decided to make it official, literally no one was surprised. However, now you walked arm-in-arm, like a man and his spouse typically would back in the 1950’s. Graceful, elegant, and even a little domestic. Satan liked that last word, as it made him feel like he was Satan and not the Avatar of Wrath; like his whole purpose was to make you happy rather than be angry.

But, one morning, he woke up to see you not sleeping beside him. There was a note left on your side of the bed, saying that your Shogun was rebelling against you, and you needed to put an end to it. Like the others before him, he made it into the pocket dimension to see the two of you fighting, and he did his best to help you.

Asmodeus

He squealed in excitement when he found out that there would be another member in the House of Lamentation, and you looked absolutely stunning. But, he wishes that you wouldn’t be so serious all the time. There have been a few times where he thought you were boring when you said that you needed to read upon the customs of the Devildom.

So, to solve the issue, he shut the book you were reading and dragged you into the city where you could experience the new world you found yourself in firsthand. He took you to the mall first where he spoiled you to bits. He got you some sweets that he saw on Devilgram, and he bought a lot of clothes for the two of you. As you both were sitting to rest your legs, you told him that you hadn’t had this much fun ever, since you had to balance being an archon and a ruler. This made him determined to make this the funnest experience for you.

You better believe that this man had his entire confession planned out. He filmed it as well so that he could forever remember the moment where you accepted his feelings and love. The many kisses he planted on your face that day was just a lead up to the main kiss on the lips, and now he can say that he kissed an archon.

A few weeks later, Asmo woke up to see you were not there. He let out a whine at the cold, but there was a note instead. It said that you were fighting the Shogun that you had told him about and that you would be back as soon as possible. This caused the Avatar of Lust to worry, so he joined you in the pocket dimension to help you.

Beelzebub

This man is down bad for you. You know how Denji would bark for Makima in Chainsaw Man? Yeah, Beel’s nickname should be Denji. He is willing to do anything for you. This man shares his food with you. If that doesn’t say dedicated, I don’t know what does. Whenever he has a Fangol game, you are there in the front row and his brothers have to fight for their seats.

His love languages are food (gifts/acts of service) and physical affection, so be prepared for a buttload of sweets and cuddles. He does like going grocery shopping with you because it allows you to get some time alone. He actually got to know more about you this way, and he learned that you were dedicated to your people as an archon back in your world.

When he confesses, it’s more of a spur-of-the-moment deal. He does present you with your favorite snacks, though. It’s in his room as you both are indulging in the yummy sweets that you love so much, and you are just having a typical conversation. The words escape him, ‘I love you’, and his eyes widen at what he said. But you responded with ‘I love you too’ as though nothing happened.

But, the next morning, he woke up to a note on top of him instead of you. It said that your Shogun was rebelling against you and you needed to deal with it. Beel was worried about you, so he found you in your pocket dimension. It was definitely a very serious battle, as he could see you were getting hurt, so he decided that he needed to help you.

Belphegor

He knew that you were not human, but that doesn’t mean he likes you anymore than if you were. There was a clear difference between the two of you: he hates humans, and you were curious about their customs. He just didn’t understand why you were so curious about them. The traditions changed by the time the next generation came, so there was no point.

But, during one of your deep discussions before falling asleep, you had mentioned that you were an archon and a ruler over some land back in your world. Perhaps that was why you were curious about mankind: you were constantly dealing with them on a day-to-day basis, and you were not one of them. Instead, you were a being that was above them.

When he confessed, it definitely was not planned. He mumbled something in his sleep that you heard, and you asked him about it once he woke up. This man did not shy away from just telling you that he loved you and he had a dream about this exact moment. You were surprised at his blunt answer, but you accepted his feelings and returned them.

However, he was surprised to see that you had managed to escape his grasp in the night, as he woke up to a note saying that you were fighting the Shogun and you wouldn’t be back for a while. The last part made him panic a bit, and he went into the pocket dimension you were in and helped you fight.

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papiliomame · 1 year

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Frostbite: - and with just one mighty punch the Great One claimed the crown!

Chief Frostbite gives the Far Frozen children some lesson in ghost zones history.

While I was making this I wondered why the Far Frozen people have a shrine with simple cave drawings as a place of worship for Danny. I mean if you worship someone/something you want to offer the best you can offer, so why didn't they made something better? We saw how Frostbite created a perfect copy of Danny made of ice within seconds, so it doesn't seem like it is a lack of artistic talent. I have some theories under the cut:

The Far Frozen people are big fans of Pablo Picasso and they took the quote, "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child", at heart and have let their youngest members draw the heroics of Danny Phantom. This is their way to show the greatest honor.

The shrine is a prophecy the Far frozen have gotten hold of when their civilization was still young, like stone age period. So they preserved the shrine until the day Danny visits them. ( But this also means destiny exists and everything Clockwork told about that nothing is written in stone is questionable)

This theory is now a very confusing concept and I need to tell some background first: While I was searching for references I noticed that some of the drawings have Danny without the logo.

Since the episode "Memory Blank" Desiree presumably created a new reality/timeline where Danny always had a logo (if she is that powerful to have reality warping powers):

Transcript from "Memory Blank" Danny Did you do something to my costume? Sam acts innocent. Sam No. It’s… [Shrugs.] always been like that.

How did the Far Frozen know of a reality without a logo? Now comes the theory: We know that natural portals can be created which leads to different time periods while in the Ghost Zone. That means time flows not linear in the zone.

This reminded me of a concept in from the Elder Scrolls franchise, the Dragon Break or un-time. This is a phenomenon "that involves a splitting of the natural timeline which results in branching parallel realities where the same events occur differently, or not at all." With this penomenon stuff can also get sent into the future or something into the past. (The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim plot)

In terms of DP that means the events of "Memory Blank" did occur like we saw but it also did not occur like that, maybe Danny changed his outfit just like that without Sams doing. Everything is possible and not. That's why the Far Frozen have the knowledge of a reality which shall not exist.

In the shrine drawing Danny is also depicted without the battle suit, so they know of a reality where Danny defeated Pharia Dark without it:

Now then, why do they have simple cave drawings? Because of the non-linear nature of the Zone the news of the ghost kings defeat reached the area of the Far Frozen in their past but as Danny arrived their civilization already evolved in a modern state. For Danny it was just a few weeks/months between the events, but for the Far Frozen it was centuries or even millennia, thats also why they worship him like a god.

Like I said a very confusing concept.

Desiree could also just have super effective memory manipulation powers and did not create a new reality, and the nature of the ghost zone is just a mess, and the theory is wrong...

(tagging @floralflowerpower because she is the best world building expert in the phandom I know and I wonder whether this sounds plausible)

#frostbite #far frozen #danny phantom #fanart #my art #digital illustration #ghost zone theory

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miyseung · 4 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓

summary: this is the first christmas you’re spending without minho. obviously, everything feels different now, and you’re just so lost without him – the person who’s been there for everything. what you didn’t know was that, however, he was still here.

includes: death, car accidents, drunk driving, depression-like state, suicidal thoughts, ghosts, this is set during the night between 25th-26th, crying, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Yeji, Lia and Ryujin (of ITZY) are your friends, hospitals, wounds, scars, lmk if i missed anything!

pairing: ghost! bf! minho x human! fem! Reader

word count: 1.7K

taglist: @kflixnet

You sat on the couch in your living room. Most of the lights are off, save for one. You didn’t want to bother with making it all ‘cheery’ and ‘bright’ as you were on this day year after year after year. “Your surroundings are a reflection of yourself” is a quote you had heard before, and it probably held true. You didn’t feel any joy inside, and you didn’t have to put on a facade that said otherwise to anyone, so there was no point.

You had made a decision to spend this Christmas alone. Weighing down your family and friends with your sorrow was an ass move, and you wanted them to be happy, to celebrate like they did every year. It was nearly midnight – at this time, people would be asleep, or still up with their families, or at parties, or out on trips with friends or something else that they enjoyed. Very few would be distressed or sad right now.

You, unfortunately, were part of that few.

You hadn’t been able to sleep normally ever since exactly last year, so to be fair, it wasn’t just you being a Grinch. This day was nothing special, you were just following old patterns. It was also around this time 365 days ago that you lost him, your Minho.

You both were returning home after a gathering with your friends, Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung, Yongbok, Yeji, Jisu, and Ryujin. It was a cheerful night. A lot of laughs and food was shared, and you were sure that nothing could ruin the high spirits you were in, which only seemed to heighten as Minho drove the car and you sat in the passenger seat beside him. He was taunting you over a stupid joke you made in the get-together, and you were laughing at him.

Everything was perfect.

Until it wasn’t.

A drunk driver had crashed violently into your car, knocking you out. You remembered nothing that your lover had said before you blacked out, except for a faint ‘I love you’. You woke up in the hospital, your parents next to your bed, sobbing. Shortly after, Hyunjin and Yeji, the only two available after the gathering since the others were unable to be contacted, rushed into your room as soon as they were allowed in. It took you a few days for you to get rid of the daze you were in since the accident. When you were better than before, the first thing you asked had gotten you a frown from your friends, who visited regularly, and a sigh from your parents.

“Where’s Minho?”

They all looked at each other before Jisung took in a deep breath with slightly watery eyes.

“He’s…He’s not here.”

“Why? Is he okay? Were his injuries worse than mine?”

At your words, Jisung held back a little sob and turned around to bury his face in Yongbok’s shoulder, unable to answer you. Jisu glanced around, and after seeing that no one else was ready to speak, opened her mouth.

“He’s in a better place, Y/N.”

“What do you…you’re not serious.”

Your eyes widened and flitted between everyone’s faces, before setting on Jisu’s again, hoping that this was some kind of sick joke. When there was just emotion and pity in them, you turned your head slowly to look down at your hands, which were unconsciously gripping your blanket. You seemed frozen, but a million thoughts were bouncing around in your head, spinning, spinning, but never quite settling. So many emotions swum around, it was causing your head to hurt. You blinked rapidly, breathing heavily through your mouth.

Minho – gone.

An overwhelming surge of exhaustion enveloped you suddenly, and you let your eyes close before falling back onto your pillow, succumbing to your tiredness.

Dori leapt into your lap, nestling there. Even with the heating on, cats who were all close by, and you in Minho’s prized hoodie, you didn’t feel warm. It was cold, so cold, being so alone without your favorite person. You had healed somehow, although a small scar above your eyebrow would stay to cruelly remind you of the day you lost everything every time you looked in the mirror.

Your body might’ve recovered, but your heart wouldn’t. It wouldn’t allow itself to.

“Dead on the spot.”

You didn’t even get to say goodbye properly.

The only consolation you had was that the last time you saw him, there was a bright smile on his face and that it wasn’t him being alone like you were. You’d never want him to feel any pain, and you would choose you being left alone and for him to move on than him suffering without you.

Even though sometimes you wished you died as well so that you could possibly still be with him since there was no chance of him coming back.

Dori purred, and you snapped out of your reverie. You started stroking the cat’s back, smiling weakly to yourself at the living reminder of him. You scratched the back of his head, and suddenly your head was filled with memories you treasured. You held onto them dearly like they were your lifeline – which, in hindsight, they were. They were what kept you going in moments when you felt so empty.

Tears escaped your eyes and streaked down your cheeks. They plopped onto Dori’s fur, making it slightly damp. You didn’t bother to wipe them, since you didn’t want to get cat hair into your eyes, and it would be more efficient for you to just get up later and wash your face as you could expect more of them throughout the night. Small sniffles came from your nose, and you cleared your throat when it felt too dry.

It was in this situation that Minho phased in.

You felt a cold rush of air that moved your curtains, and you looked around to see what might have caused it, since your windows were shut because you had the heater on and to block out the sounds of Christmas carols. After seeing nothing, you focused on the cat in your lap, stroking its coat rhythmically as you got lost in your head.

Minho glanced down at himself, and sure enough, he was a ghost. He couldn’t be seen in any mirror or by any human, but some animals could. He hoped his cats would be counted in that ‘some’ because he really missed them – they were his babies, after all.

Not as much as he missed you though.

He took in your form, and his eyes widened as he noticed how different you were since he last saw you. You looked more tired with slight eyebags. He couldn’t pinpoint anything else, but you had definitely changed for the worse. His heart – not that he had a proper one – hurt seeing you like this, and he slightly felt guilty for causing you to be like this and for not being there to comfort you.

He went over to you, his steps noiseless. Soonie’s ears perked up and he turned to look at his late owner, before jumping onto his paws. Doonie seemed to notice the ghost too, and mewed. He smiled at his cats, squatting to get on their level. He patted their heads, before getting up again to sit next to you. The couch didn’t shift, so you had no idea he was there.

He placed his hand on top of yours, sighing.

“Y/N. You may not see me, but I’m here. Isn’t that- great?”

There was no response on your end, which was expected, but Minho was overjoyed to be with you again and didn’t give a shit.

“I’m sorry for leaving you without saying a proper goodbye. Lord, you look terrible. You’re struggling, and it’s all my fault. I should have been there for you, I should have- and yet I wasn’t. I’d do anything to trade places with you, you know? Even if that included going through the accident over and over, just so that you could be the one that passed and I could have stayed.”

Almost immediately after he said that, you broke down. You covered your eyes with your arms, the tears soaking Minho’s hoodie. You let yourself heave out pained sobs which you had been holding back until now, because how long could you hold it in?

His eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms around you. The three cats mewed again as you felt a breeze around your body again – however, this one was warm, truly warm. You calmed down a little, sobs reducing to small whimpers. He looked down at you, face filled with concern, before cupping your cheek. He scanned your face and realized that you looked worse now than when he was alive to see you cry in real-time.

He frowned upon noticing your scars. He then leaned down to kiss them all one by one, his lips moving gently as if you were a fragile thing that could easily break. Once he was done with that, he pecked your right cheek, then the left one, before going up to your forehead and planting a lingering one there. His eyes darted to your lips, aching to feel them one more time, but he just leaned back. He wouldn’t be able to feel their usual warmth, which was what made them so comfortable and loving, and he didn’t want to claim you – he was yours and always would be, but you were no longer his. It would take you time to move on, he knew that, but eventually you would, and doing this felt like he was holding you back.

Not that you knew, but you did feel the same warmth on your face which was oddly familiar.

He got off the couch, knowing his time was nearly up. He kissed the cats’ heads, saying his goodbyes to them, before moving back to the spot where he spawned from. He waved at you, blowing the curtains again, which startled you.

“Merry Christmas, my love. I’ll see if I can come back next year.”

With that, he disappeared, causing Doonie to run over and swat the area where he previously was, and to mewl in frustration as nothing happened.

“Doonie, come back here. There’s no one there.”

It didn’t matter, because strangely enough, you were feeling a bit better than before, as if some of your strength had returned. You suddenly felt drowsy, and yawned, before lying down on the couch. You felt cozy now, which was confusing yet comfortable. “Must be the magic of a Christmas spirit.”

a/n: btw the drunk driver survived and got bailed out yikes

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joshleyson · 10 months

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summer 2023 on film

El Nido + Puerto Princesa

shot entirely using Fujifilm Simpleace 35 mm camera

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“Some of the earliest memories I can recall are of my mother instructing me to always “save ten percent of yourself.” What she meant was that, no matter how much you thought you loved someone or thought they loved you, you never gave all of yourself. Save 10 percent, always, so there was something to fall back on. “Even from Daddy, I save,” she would add. Stop crying! Save your tears for when your mother dies.”

- Crying in H Mart, Michelle Zauner

This was a part of my 10%. To be able to disconnect. To breathe. To try to heal and maybe, that would be the last thing that can save me.

So happy to finally go back to the majestic islands of Palawan for the third time after a year, this time specifically in El Nido (and a side trip in Puerto Princesa). The last time I’ve been to El Nido was 5 years ago when I flew back to Manila with a copy of my leg X-ray and prescription meds after my first vehicular accident. But this time, amidst the Betty super typhoon, I and my friends were still able to pull it off safely and enjoyed wandering from one island to another, relaxing on the beach for hours, and having lots of mango shakes! This trip I also finished which I feared to be my Book of the Year which is that quote from above. Michelle Zauner literally took me on a surprisingly, meaningful journey which was a great accompaniment for my 6-day vacation trip. Also, I’m planning to compile my “recent book list” of the year just to break the usual “travel beach photos” trend on this page (I know 😅). I still have a lot to post from this trip but this dump of photos captured on a Fujifilm summarizes the beauty of nature and the summer season that’s so real, quaint, and frozen in time, but will always hit me with a wave of comfort and familiarity.

Goodbye, summer. See you next year ☀️

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coffee stains | leclerc

summary: a beautiful stranger spills coffee on you

warnings: mostly fluff, cursing

type: oneshot | wordcount 1.7k | ✧ fluff

anybody that has ever been to the airport and has come out of it saying it was a relaxing experience had to be the biggest liar in the world or maybe had to be just plain lucky because everything that could’ve gone wrong for you this morning had. from not being able to find your passport to not being able to find your car keys, to even the worst of all being now, standing in the security line as your bag sets off every censor possible. to be fair you probably would’ve been more put together if it was a trip you had even wanted to go on and not a trip to go meet your brother's new “love of his life”. the quotes surrounding that were very necessary as It was almost clockwork for him to marry some random gold digger then have some big wedding and even divorce a year or two later because he wanted kids while they just wanted him for his money. each year you wish to be the last but instead the visit got sadder and sadder especially when you would try to talk him out of it and ask him to just come back to america with you to settle down instead of making you fly to monaco just to see him.

“ma’am you can’t keep this.” snapping out of your daze you're brought back to the security guy holding up a random bottle of perfume you didn’t even realize was in there, to begin with yet somehow the fact it took them 20 minutes to dig through your bag to find it made the anger in you grow.

“that’s all?” you didn’t wanna be rude because after all he was just doing his job but come on man, shaking your head you grab your bag back shoving maybe a little too aggressively all of the stuff that was ripped out of it back in before haphazardly zipping it back closed to finally make your way to your gate. the big LED screen above your head that had colored arrows and jumbles of letters/numbers showed the time brightly in the center of it all.

6:55am

boarding didn’t start till at least 7:30 so in the grand scheme of things you had plenty of time to maybe get coffee or even if you were lucky enough maybe even something to eat before sitting on the absurd 11-hour flight that with each step you seemed to be dreading more and more. following the same signs as earlier the smell of coffee hit you in the face before even getting the chance to see the barista at the counter in their bright green apron.

“hi, what can i get for you?”

“can i get a vanilla cold brew cold foam please?”

“size?”

“medium.”

after paying and a couple minutes later collecting what would be the only thing to keep you sane for a few hours you found the closest set of tables you could which also happened to be the furthest ones by other people needing the couple minutes of alone time to reset. hanging your backpack on the back of the chair and searching for your airpods in your hoodie pocket you are able to start to relax with both the music and coffee kicking in giving you some release. sip after sip the time passed as you people watched even playing a game of trying to guess where people were going based on what they were wearing for example the stressed-out guy in the oddly bright hawaiian shirt matched with an ugly bucket hat could only be going to hawaii, right? or the guy in the (uncomfortable looking) 3 piece suit that has done nothing but talk through the little black earpiece connected to ear like a lifeline only could be spending his time in new york. like everything else today that relief only lasted so long because the next thing you knew you heard the loud screeching sound of shoes rubbing against the tile along with a string of colorful curse words followed by freezing cold liquid hitting you square in the chest.

“what the FUCK?”

“oh my god no no no i'm so sorry”

completely frozen in your seat you didn’t even look up at the culprit only able to concentrate on the huge foamy mess that covered you from your neck down to your thighs as it continued to drip down spreading quickly. next thing you knew the 'coffee guy' was grabbing wads full of paper towels and trying to clean up the mess but instead of actually helping it ended up feeling like he was doing a better job of feeling you up than he was doing anything else. the scene did nothing but draw loads of attention to you both which didnt help make you feel any less embarrassed for something that wasn't even your fault.

“stop please- just stop”

grabbing the stranger's wrist you end up yanking the napkins out of his hand doing it yourself for a second before realizing it was no use and just taking the hoodie off altogether leaving you in nothing but a random white t-shirt that you found in a random corner of your closet this morning with an ugly pink font that said 'hottie'. great just great. finally getting a chance to look up at the guy you almost felt bad for yelling at him as he was way prettier than you even realized, the light coating of blush got even darker as you just stare at him with what you only could assume as a resting bitch face.

“i really didn’t mean to drop it on you just your backpack was in the way an-“

“wait you’re blaming me?”

“yes- well no- i just-“

“are you serious?”

“i-“

he was pretty but he definitely wasn’t pretty enough to drop coffee on you THEN blame you when he was the clumsy idiot who did it. grabbing all your things in a rush but also at the same time making time to grab the wet used napkins which you then shove into his own chest walking as fast as possible hoping to find the nearest bathroom.

“WAIT”

drowning out the pleas to stop you just kept continuing to walk away weaving in and out of the passing bodies coming at you until you reached the bathroom sinks to finally get an overview of the damage. fuck, you looked like a hot mess. there was coffee in your hair, on your jeans, and worst of all your hoodie was definitely ruined beyond saving, at this point you were better off throwing it out than waiting for it to dry on the plane.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 1622 TO MONACO ONCE AGAIN THIS IS A LAST CALL

and that's when you started running as fast as your feet could carry you back to your gate just in time to make it before the flight attendant officially closed her line which speaking of she was in the middle of doing and you could tell from the look on her face she was not at all happy about. you wanted her to say something so bad just so you could get even the tiniest bit of emotions out from the already long morning you had yet luckily for her and you, she just scanned your ticket and let you go on your way.

22B

with one final sigh you could finally see your seat as you went through first class and then through the rows of economy seats towards the middle of the plane. in approaching the row you realize that the aisle seat was already occupied by a man with his black hood already up and around his ears so the only way to get by was to tap him on his shoulder.

"excuse m- no fucking way" none other than 'coffee guy' was staring you back in the face with his pretty blue eyes and a surprised look on his face as he just sat there looking like an idiot. "are you gonna- uh- move?"

"right right"

finally getting the memo he undoes his seatbelt and turns his body sideways trying to scoot out from between the packed seats to allow you to get in between him to sit. huffing you already knew it was gonna be a long awkward flight having to deal with him beside you for 11 hours.

"I'm charles by the way- and I'm sorry for the um" redoing your own seatbelt you watch as he sits down staring at the coffee stains that cover your jean-clad legs leaving brown splotches as far as you could see from this angle. "how can i make it up to you?"

you didn't want to be mean or be angry over it anymore you just wanted this to be over with and go back home as soon as possible where you could live your boring life until you had to do this trip again the following year. "really it's fine i promise i won't hold it against you for the whole 11 hours just maybe 10 of them”

trying to be at least a little sincere when you say it you actually give him a smile while cracking the joke which he does chuckle at which is a huge win in your book. from then on you and charles didn't stop talking for what felt like the whole plane ride even a few times getting whisper screamed at from nearby passengers as you talk through the night about any and everything. even at one point, you started falling asleep, and being the gentleman he was he offered you his shoulder as it "was the least he could do for ruining your day" to which you responded by telling him he also made it for you so all forgiven.

when the plane eventually touched down in monaco the stewardess came over and gave you both light taps reminding you to be ready for landing but in coming back from sleep land you both realize how you looked with his head resting on your own as you snuggled into his shoulder wrapped around his arm basically holding it hostage in your sleep.

"oh god im sorry"

"hey thats my line"

and we that it was time to deplane which ended with you both promising you wouldn't be strangers, especially in a small principality like monaco which in turn he offered to buy you another coffee this time in hopes of not spilling it all over you giving you his number and telling you to call whenever you're free this weekend.

maybe the coffee stains weren't so bad after all and maybe monaco could be somewhere you want to remember this time.

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You Belong With Me

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Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Henderson!Reader , Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers (Temporarily)

Word Count: 7,334

Warnings: Love Triangle, Jonathan slander (I love him as Will's brother, but hate him as Nancy's boyfriend), and I think that's it?

Summary: Barbara Holland, Nancy Wheeler, and Y/N Henderson were the closest of friends growing up. They had sleepovers, braided each others hair, and spent hours talking and giggling on the phone. Y/N loved Barbara, and so did Nancy, but the two girls always had a rather intense friendship beyond the trio. That all changed when Barbara died, and it only got worse when Nancy started dating Jonathan. You see, Y/N Henderson was in love with Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her with Jonathan Byers ate her up inside. Their friendship was doomed from the moment she saw how she looked at him.

Over a year passes and Y/N makes new friends, tries to forget about the girl she spent years dreaming about. She gets a job at the ice cream shop in the mall alongside her new best friend Robin, a girl who understands what's she's going through, and Steve, the ex-boyfriend of the love of her life. Y/N wishes that was the strangest thing that happened to her that summer, but Hawkins always has a bad habit of bringing back stranger things.

Author's Note: I saw a trend on TikTok where you use a bunch of filters and write a fic based on what you get. Here were my results: Sibling- Dustin Henderson/ Love Interest- Nancy Wheeler / Best Friend- Robin Buckley / Rival- Upside Down Monsters / Trope- Love Triangle / Other Person In Love Triangle- Jonathan Byers / Random AO3 Tag- Hurt/Comfort / Random Quote- “he always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society” / Taylor Swift Song Inspo- You Belong With Me /

This is the fic that resulted in those filters, hope you guys enjoy! Also I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post, whoops! Thankfully I saved it on Word!

Scoops Ahoy wasn't a terrible summer job. There were some good benefits, like free ice cream, and getting paid to hang out with her best friend. There were some not so good benefits, like dealing with rude customers, and wearing that stupid sailor hat. However, the one thing that Y/N Henderson thought about the most was seeing Nancy Wheeler with her boyfriend Jonathan Byers, pointedly avoiding looking into the mall's frozen confectionery joint. Whether that was a benefit or not was still up for debate.

The thing was, Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy in eight months. If you were to ask her two years ago, she'd tell you that you were crazy. Y/N and Nancy were best friends, closer than blood, but that wasn't the case anymore. They stopped being that close after Barb died, and they stopped speaking all together when Nancy told her she was dating Jonathan. Y/N could remember the fight like it was yesterday, the day her heart shattered in a million tiny pieces.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I thought you were dating Steve! When did this happen?!" Y/N was so confused, Nancy had been giving her radio silence since Halloween. They had gotten into a brief argument when Y/N said she wanted to go to Trina's Halloween party. Nancy had thrown a fit, told her not to go. She didn't understand why she was so upset. It was just a lame high school party. Nancy said the last time she went to a party with a friend Barb died, and that shut her up real quick. Both girls held onto the guilt of their friend's death. Nancy for hooking up with Steve and asking Barb to leave, and Y/N for refusing to go in the first place. This fight wasn't like the last one, this felt more personal to Y/N.

"I don't see why you're so mad. Why do you even care that I'm dating Jonathan now?" Nancy replied, rolling her big doe eyes at her. They were in Nancy's room, she asked Y/N to come over that morning to talk. She didn't know what she was walking into when she crossed the threshold of the Wheeler house, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Um, maybe because he took creepy pictures of you half naked?! I mean holy shit Nancy, that's so wrong!" Steve might have been a tool, but he wasn't a creepy stalker. Y/N remembers watching Steve break Jonathan's camera after he found out about the pictures. Nancy got so mad at him for it, and for the life of her Y/N didn't stand why. If Nancy was her girlfriend she would have punched Jonathan square in the face for invading her privacy like that, but Nancy wasn't her girlfriend, and never would be.

"He apologized for that..." Nancy started before Y/N interrupted her.

"Ugh, barely! And you forgave him way too quickly for it. That was such gross boy behavior I can't even begin to tell you. Also, pretty sure it's very fucking illegal." Y/N really should have known better. Nancy had been giving hints about Jonathan for the past year, telling her he wasn't so bad. It didn't matter, she would never forgive him for what he did. The only reason she forgave Steve was because he didn't actually spray paint that garbage on the theater, and cleaned it up himself after dropping Tommy H and Carol as friends. The fact that he let her punch him in the face too helped.

"He wasn't trying to take naked pictures of me, he was trying to find his brother." She was still trying to defend it, like that was a totally reasonable thing to do.

"He still did it though! And he developed the photos anyway! How can you not only justify that, but defend it! Besides, when did you even break up with Steve, I thought you guys were fine?" Y/N didn't want Nancy with either of them, but if she had to pick at least Steve was somewhat decent. Dustin idolized him, and Y/N couldn't hate someone her brother loved so much.

"Halloween... I think." Nancy murmured, she was fiddling with the end of her sweater, something she only did when she was nervous or lying. Y/N knew all of her tells, she knew Nancy like the back of her hand. She smelled shit, and Nancy was full of it.

"You think. How do you not know when you broke up with the boyfriend that you've been dating for a year?!" This wasn't like Nancy. The Nancy she knew was confident, so sure of herself and everything she did. This Nancy was timid and shy. It bothered Y/N to the core.

"Well, we didn't really formally break up. It was more like we fought and just decided to not be together anymore. It was an unspoken thing." Unspoken. How the hell do you break up with someone unspokenly.

"Was that before or after you hooked up with Jonathan." Y/N couldn't control the venom in her voice. She knew it was wrong to throw that in her face, to imply what she did, but in the moment she didn't care. How the hell did Jonathan Byers earn Nancy's affections when he didn't even fucking know her, and she couldn't.

That was the root of the whole thing. Y/N could never be objective when it came to Nancy's relationships, not when she wanted to be with her instead. Y/N Henderson had been in love with her since they were kids. She fell in love with Nancy when she still wore her hair in pigtails, and hadn't stopped since then.

No one knew she was gay. She never told a soul. Not even Dustin, who she shared everything with. She used to feel bad about keeping the secret, until she noticed Dustin keeping secrets from her too. Ever since Will disappeared, and then come back 10 days later seemingly back from the dead, everyone Y/N cared about started keeping secrets from her. It was starting to get on her last nerve.

"Oh don't you judge me Y/N. You don't even know what it's like!" Nancy yelled, getting the same pissy attitude her brother had.

"I don't know what it's like? Really, Nancy? I know that I would never go out with a boy who did something like that!" Y/N was yelling at her. She hated yelling at Nancy, but she just wasn't listening to her.

"Oh it's so easy for you to say that Y/N! So easy for you to talk out of your ass about how boys are!" Nancy's voice was louder now, getting right in her face with it. She hated it, she hated Nancy looking at her like she was being ridiculous. Nancy was in the wrong, not her.

"How boys are?! Christ Nancy do you even hear yourself! How the hell wouldn't I know! That's all you've been talking about for the past two years!" She was so sick and tired of hearing about this stupid shit. Sick of arguing over it. It was all so stupid.

"Well it's not my fault you don't like boys!" Nancy screamed, and then it was silence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. She hit the nail right on the head with that one. Threw the one thing in Y/N's face that she'd been terrified about herself for as long as she could remember. Y/N couldn't look at her, couldn't speak to her. She just walked right out of Nancy's door, slamming it shut behind her. They hadn't spoken since.

After that fight, Y/N started walking home in the rain. She was too afraid to call her mom to her pick her up, she didn't want to explain to her what happened. She walked in the rain until she crashed into someone on a bike, they were whipping around a corner as she was crossing the street. It was Robin Buckley, a girl she was in band with. They didn't speak that often, but knew of each other's existence.

When she crashed into Y/N, she started rattling off apologies, telling her she was trying to pick up maple syrup for her french toast but got caught in the rain. Robin noticed that she was crying, and when she asked her what was wrong, Y/N let the floodgates loose. Right there in the middle of the street. Nobody around to hear her confession in the storm. Y/N told Robin everything, that she was gay, in love with her best friend, how said best friend just broke her heart, and even though she was heart broken, she knew that she would never stop loving Nancy Wheeler.

After she was done, the panic settled in. The weight of what she just said to a near stranger paralyzing her with fear. Until the unexpected happened, Robin laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or a making fun of her laugh. It sounded like relief. That's when Robin told her that she was gay too, that she didn't think she'd ever meet another gay person in all of Hawkins in a million years, and yet she literally crashed into one. Both girls laughed in the rain, before Robin asked if she wanted to come over her house for french toast. Y/N agreed, and they've been best friends ever since.

They spent the rest of the school year glued to the hip. Robin would wax poetic about Tammy Thompson and Vickie from band, and Y/N would vent about Nancy Wheeler. They'd stand next to each other on the bleachers with their ridiculous band uniforms on, whispering to each other between music numbers. She would watch Jonathan and Nancy take pictures of the cheerleading squad, and Y/N would dream about the day that Nancy realized that he wasn't good for her. That she would wake up from whatever fantasy she made up with him, and find that Y/N was the person she was really looking for. The one who had been there for her the entire time. Who knew her better than she knew herself. She knew it was just a fantasy, you can't make someone love you. Especially another girl.

When the school year ended, Robin and Y/N decided to look for summer jobs together. They both applied to the new ice cream shop in the mall, and on the first day they both realized that they weren't working alone. Steve Harrington also got a job at Scoops Ahoy, and when he saw her he was instantly relieved that he was working with a familiar face. Y/N was surprised he was so excited to see her, considering what she did a year prior. Steve had told her that he deserved it, and to let bygones be bygones. Robin wasn't too thrilled at first, but both girls couldn't help but enjoy working with Steve.

She got to know him better those first couple of weeks, and he kept begging her to tell him about what Dustin was up to at camp. It was sweet, how much he cared about her brother. That's what really sold Steve to her. She saw how much he changed over the past year. He was still a bit full of himself, but he wasn't the tool she made him out to be. The only fuck up he made was when he asked why she wasn't hanging out with Nancy anymore, but kept his mouth shut when she gave him the iciest glare she could muster, colder than the ice cream freezer they used daily.

Today, Y/N was up at the front counter reorganizing the to go cups, when she heard a ding from the bell behind her.

"Ahoy! My name is..." Y/N started before she realized who was standing there. Nancy Wheeler, alone, in all of her glory. Her heart was pounding in her chest, Nancy was the last person she expected to walk into Scoops Ahoy. The words were caught in her throat, as she stared helplessly at the girl in front of her.

"Hi Y/N..." Nancy sounded awkward, unsure of herself. A similar tone she had the last time they spoke all those months ago. Y/N didn't like it then, and she didn't like it now.

"Uh hi, um, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, there were plenty of other ice cream shops in Hawkins. She knew that Nancy purposefully avoided this one, she saw her speed walk past the entrance every time she came to the mall.

"To get ice cream?" Nancy replied lamely, she was fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Lie.

"We both know that's not the real reason..." She really wished Robin and Steve would come back from their breaks soon. She didn't want to be alone with Nancy.

"Look," Nancy sighed, "I just wanted to, um, talk to you? If that was okay?" Y/N couldn't wrap her head around why. It had been months of radio silence, walking around school like they were strangers, why now? Before she could respond, Robin walked into the front door of the ice cream shop, completely oblivious to the girl at the counter.

"Y/N you would not believe who I just saw fall flat on their face in the food court!" Robin began before realizing they weren't alone. She looked between Nancy and her, raising her eyebrow as a silent question: Are you okay?

"Hey Robin, would you mind running the counter for a bit? I'm gonna go on break now." She had already taken her break, but she hoped Robin would understand what she really meant to say.

"Are you sure you wanna go now? You usually take them later?" Robin was giving her an out, knowing all the complicated details of her relationship with Nancy, she was such a good friend to her.

"Yea I'm good thanks." Y/N replied as she took the sailor hat off of her head. Robin nodded and switched spots with her behind the counter. Y/N started walking towards the door, Nancy following closely behind. Once they made it out, Y/N lead Nancy to the employee's only hallway of the mall, she wanted privacy for the conversation they were about to have.

"Okay, so what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, trying to present herself as calm as a cucumber, but inside she was a nervous wreck.

"I wanted to apologize... What we fought about, God, it was so stupid. You were right, and I was being a shitty friend." Nancy's eyes were glassy as she spoke to her, the threat of unshed tears just over the horizon. Y/N couldn't stand it when Nancy cried, it always broke her heart a little bit each time.

"Yea, you were being a shitty friend," Y/N began, "but so was I. I shouldn't have thrown what happened with Jonathan in your face like that. It was wrong, and I'm sorry..." Instant relief flooded her veins. It was as if a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She didn't want to be angry with Nancy anymore, not for something she couldn't change. It wasn't right.

"You weren't wrong though... What happened between Steve, Jonathan, and I was messy. I was just insecure about it and lashed out at you..." Nancy took a deep breath, willing the tears to stay back. "You're my best friend, and I pushed you away. I've been so lost since Barb died, and I didn't even consider your feelings too. I was so selfish. I saw you walk in the halls and ignored you because I was too afraid to talk to you. I thought I broke us..." Y/N didn't know when he brain made the decision to hug her, but her body moved to do it as soon as she heard the first sniffle. She hugged Nancy tight, the smell of her floral shampoo an old comfort she had nearly forgotten about.

"You didn't break us. You know I'll always be here for you Nancy. We had a bad fight, but it's going to be okay" Y/N ran her fingers through her friends hair, the soft curls wrapping themselves between each digit. She could feel Nancy sink into her, not an inch between them.

"I missed you so much Jellybean..." Y/N's heart soared at the old nickname. Nancy started calling her that in kindergarten after she got a jellybean stuck in her ear. She didn't remember how it got there in the first place, but the nickname stuck too.

"I missed you too Fancy Nancy..." She could feel her giggles against her chest, and as much as it ached, she knew everything was going to be okay. Whatever happened in the future, she knew that she wouldn't leave Nancy's side, never again.

Weeks went by as the girls picked up right where they left off. Like it was easy. Nancy would come by Scoops Ahoy on her days off and update her on what was going on in her life. What Mike and the kids were up too, how her relationship with Jonathan was going, and her new job at the Hawkins Post. Y/N hated that they weren't taking her seriously, and told her as such.

"Those stupid man-boys wouldn't know a good story if it flew right under their nose. You're way too good to be dealing with that shit, I'm sorry they suck" Nancy chuckled over her vanilla ice cream, always with rainbow sprinkles.

"Yea, but it's a good job to put on a resume. Thank you for saying that though, Jonathan just doesn't get it when I talk to him about it" Y/N had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She hated the dull look on her face when she would talk about how the men at the post treated her, or when Jonathan disappointed her.

"He's a guy. Of course he doesn't get it," Y/N began before she could tell her mouth to shut up before she reveals too much, "you know, you have a smile that could light up all of Hawkins, and I haven't seen it since you started working at the post with Jonathan."

"I'm fine Jellybean, promise" But she knew Nancy better than that. She wasn't fine, and Y/N didn't know what she was doing with men like that. Men who didn't listen to her, or understand where she was coming from. She didn't deserve it.

"Whatever you say Nancy..." And that was the end of it. Nancy changed the subject, and Y/N had to pretend that her heart wasn't pounding in her chest. When Nancy walked out the door, Y/N turned around to see Robin's concerned face. Steve wasn't back on break yet, he always took it when Nancy came to visit, so they were alone in the store. Not a nosy customer in sight.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked as she filled a small cup with S'mores Galore, her personal favorite.

"I will be. It's nothing new, I'd rather have her be in my life talking about her dumb boyfriend than out of it" She knew she was being a bit unfair towards Jonathan. He might not be her favorite person in the world, but she couldn't say he was all bad. Y/N knew what it was like to be an older sibling without a second parent in the house; it was hard and you had to grow up much faster than other kids. Jonathan was an excellent brother to Will, and a great son to Joyce. He just made shitty choices and decided to date the love of her life, so she allowed herself to hate him just a little bit.

"Yea I guess... but you know I'm always here to talk if you need to. It can't be easy hearing the person you love talk about loving someone else. I only had a crush on Tammy and it nearly destroyed me watching her look at Steve the way she did, I can't even imagine what it must be like for you. Sounds like pure torture." Y/N loved Robin's honesty, but sometimes her comments hit a little too close for comfort. It could be torture, but a torture she could endure.

"It is what it is. Who knows, maybe when I go to college I'll find a girl who actually likes other girls... I could finally move on from her..." Deep down she was afraid nobody would hold a candle to her best friend, that she would have to settle for second best. The thought kept her up at night.

"You and me both sister" Robin chuckled. A part of her wished she could have fallen in love with Robin instead, a girl who could actually love her in return. They tried kissing once many months ago, it was the first kiss either of them ever had. At first it was a peck, and then they tried making out a bit to see if anything would happen. Both girls decided that it just wasn't right for them, that they didn't feel any type of spark. They both decided to stay platonic best friends, with a capital P as Robin so lovingly referred to it. No awkwardness followed the kiss, something Y/N appreciated whole heartedly. She didn't know what she would've done if the kiss ruined their friendship. One friendship break up was enough for a life time.

"What are you girls talking about?" Steve asked as he walked into the front doors of Scoops Ahoy.

"Nothing you need to worry about, dingus" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar nickname and got back to work. Completely oblivious to the conversation they had before. It was better that way, Y/N didn't know how he would react if he knew the truth. That not only was Y/N Henderson gay, she was in love with his ex girlfriend.

"Oh by the way Steve, Dustin comes home from camp tomorrow." A massive smile spread across his face as he bombarded her with questions about her brother. She neglected to tell him that he was coming by the shop the next day, Dustin had told her he wanted to surprise him. She didn't know how and when her brother and Steve got so close, but you would never hear any complaints from her.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in her sailor uniform when she heard a pounding at the door. She didn't have to be at Scoops Ahoy for another couple hours, and she had the house to herself. Dustin was at the mall with Steve, a place he spent most of his days recently, and her mom was out running errands. At first she thought it was her brother, probably freaking out because he lost his house keys again, but to her surprise it was Nancy at the door. Her eyes filled with tears and smudged mascara.

"Oh my god Nancy what happened?" Y/N didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her friend. She hadn't seen her this upset in years, not since Barb died.

"I think I just broke up with Jonathan..." Nancy sobbed. She hated the brief flash of joy she felt when Nancy spoke, it wasn't fair to her. Y/N nodded and held her hand as they walked up to her bedroom. Once she sat Nancy down on her bed she ran downstairs to get her a glass of water and box of tissues. When she finally got upstairs she found Nancy looking at the picture of the two of them right before High School started on the nightstand. Barb had taken the picture, and it was one of her most prized possessions. Y/N ignored the flutter in her chest, Nancy looked at that photo with such fondness it nearly tore her apart.

"Tell me what happened..." Y/N said as she rubbed circles on her friend's back, doing as much as she could to comfort her.

"We got in a fight... I got us both fired from the Hawkins Post because of a lead I had. I know it's a good story Jellybean, but they just wouldn't listen. Jonathan was upset because he needed the job, and he basically called me spoiled for not understanding why he was upset. As if I'm stupid..." Y/N knew about the Byers financial situation, and it definitely wasn't easy, but she wasn't about to tell Nancy that.

"Like I get it, his family doesn't have a lot of money, but he could always get another job. I will stuck being belittled because I'm a woman for the rest of my life. He basically defended how they treated me because they got him a job! Like he didn't even care how I was feeling! And when I told him how humiliated I was, he just told me that the real worlds sucks! That I just had to deal with it!"

"Are you fucking serious?!" Y/N was fuming now. It was one thing to be ignorant of how Nancy was treated at her job, it was another thing to be complacent and tell her to lay down and take it.

"Yes! He sounded just like the assholes at work! And god, when I told him I shouldn't have even bothered venting to him in the first place, and should have gone to you instead, he nearly lost it!" Y/N's chest felt tight, frustration, aggravation, pride, and lovesickness swirled inside of her.

"What did he say?" She whispered, not trusting her mouth at the moment.

"That's the crazy part, he just told me I should just date you instead if you're the only thing I talk about! He kept saying that I was obsessed with you! That during our entire relationship all I cared about was Y/N Henderson! I mean, Jesus, he accused me of being secretly in love with you!" Nancy rambled, and Y/N swore her heart stopped. Hope bloomed inside of her, that maybe her feelings weren't unrequited after all. She was scared, terrified of letting herself feel that hope. It was a dangerous thing.

"Why, uh, why would he say that?" She swore her tongue tripled in size, it was nearly impossible to speak.

"Hell if I know! Of course I love you! You're my best friend! That's totally normal! I even told him that, I said it wasn't my fault that he didn't have a friendship like ours!" Nancy rambled, her mouth running a mile a minute, "Like of course I want to be with you all the time, especially after our fight! God Jellybean, you don't even know, all those months of silence nearly killed me. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I didn't cry that much after Steve and I broke up, or in the car on my way here. When I said it felt like I broke our friendship, it's because it broke me. That was more of a break up than any relationship I've ever had!"

Y/N didn't know what possessed her to do what she did. Every fiber of her being was lit up like an electrical storm. She didn't think, didn't hesitate for a second, before she pressed her lips against Nancy's. Y/N could taste the strawberry chapstick she always wore over her lipstick, could feel the soft curls of her hair as she gently held her face. This was the feeling she was looking for when she kissed Robin, the instant fireworks, the spark. It was everything she ever wanted it to be, until she realized Nancy wasn't kissing her back, and then reality sank in. She pulled back to see her best friend, the love of her life, look at her like she was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and her mouth was wide open in shock.

"Oh my God... Holy shit Nancy, I'm so sorry. I, I, I don't know what came over me! I'm sorry, please don't hate me!" Y/N pleaded, but Nancy just continued to stare at her. The silence was deafening, and she couldn't take it. So Y/N did what felt best, and ran right out the door. She grabbed the keys to her car and drove right to Scoops Ahoy, nausea and fear nearly consuming her. She had kissed her best friend. Nancy knew she liked girls. It felt like the end of the world.

As it would turn out, her kiss with Nancy wasn't the worst thing to happen to Y/N Henderson that day. In fact, it wasn't even in the same ballpark. When she rushed into Scoops Ahoy, she found her brother, Steve, Robin, and Lucas' little sister Erica forming a plan to defeat Russian spies that broke into Starcourt Mall. Dustin yelled at his sister for getting involved, something he desperately wanted to avoid. Y/N yelled at him for keeping secrets, and Steve told them both to shut up while they were stuck in some secret elevator underneath the mall.

Hours passed like that, the five of them in the elevator. Y/N forced her brother to tell her everything, that she wouldn't allow anymore secrets between them, and he did. He told her about this girl named Eleven who had psychic powers and came from Hawkins Lab. He told her about the monsters that came out of this alternate dimension they called the Upside Down. He told her about how Will was trapped there for 10 days, and how they all got him back. He told her how this Eleven girl had closed the gate, and that apparently Russians were plotting something underneath Starcourt mall. Her brain was overloading with information, and it took her almost an hour to come to terms with it. Robin had made a joke and said she was just as clueless as she was, but she didn't feel like laughing. Once she figured it all out, she smacked her brother on the back of the head for lying to her, and hugged him so tight with the fear of potentially losing him.

Y/N Henderson had started her morning like any other day, but it ended in a nightmare of kissing Nancy Wheeler and getting drugged by Russian spies. Dustin and Erica had helped them escape, but Y/N was too delirious to be of much help. They sat them down in the movie theater, until Steve thought of the brilliant idea of leaving. Now, the three of them were puking their guts out in the Starcourt bathroom.

"The room stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you guys?" Robin asked in the other stall.

"Holy shit. No." Steve replied.

"All good over here sailor scout!" Y/N shouted from the last stall.

"Do you think we puked it all up?" She certainly hoped so, puking was never fun.

"One way to find out, hey Steve?" Y/N asked.

"Yea Miss. Henderson?" She chuckled at the nickname.

"Ask me a question, let's play honesty hour." Steve took a moment to think of something before he spoke.

"When was the last time you peed your pants?" Normally, Y/N would have been grossed out by the question, but she couldn't care less in that moment.

"I almost peed my pants today when I kissed Nancy, does that count?" The bathroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She knew she should have been terrified by what she revealed, but the Russian truth serum's euphoria remained in her system. Robin slowly dragged herself over to the stall, her eyes wide with surprise. She knew the depth of what she had just revealed, and was afraid for her. Steve crawled underneath the stall wall to sit next to her by the toilet, a matching surprised look on his face.

"You kissed Nance?" Y/N couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth even if she wanted to, a bastardized confession inside the ceramic walls of the mall bathroom.

"Yea, I did. Her and Jonathan broke up and he accused her of being secretly in love with me. I was so psyched because duh, I've been in love with her since we were like 5, and so I kissed her like an idiot. Nancy didn't look as happy as I was, and I think I totally destroyed our friendship beyond repair. All because I fell in love with my best friend, who's a girl, a very pretty girl, but you know that Steve. You dated her. Also, I hated you a bit when you dated Nancy, but if it makes you feel better I hate Jonathan more. He sucks. He always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society. He took pictures of her half naked like a weirdo, and I wanted to punch him in the face. I still want to punch him in the face. I know he's like half way decent, but I still want to punch him in his very punchable face. All because he managed to snag Nancy Wheeler and I can't, because I was born a girl, who's gay, in fucking Indiana. It totally sucks. I wish I could have fallen in love with Robin, and I'm sorry Robs, but kissing Nancy was wayyyyyyyy better than kissing you. Not that you're a bad kisser! It was objectively a nice kiss, but it's because I only love you like a friend and I love Nancy in a I want to marry you and carry your children kind of way. I know that's impossible, and it makes me sad. I think we'd have cute babies. I'd hope they'd have curly hair and Nancy's nose, but my eyes and smile. But hey, I would even settle for her not telling the world I'm in love with her and completely destroying my life. Small miracles and all that jazz..." When Y/N stopped speaking, Robin thought it was a good idea to add her own word vomit confession too. She was such a good friend, and super fucking awesome for not leaving her alone with all of that.

"Do you guys remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous, and like, obsessed? It wasn't because I had a crush on Steve. It's because she wouldn't stop staring at him..."

"Mrs. Click?" Steve interrupted, but Robin smoothly continued.

"Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because Steve would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And he would ask dumb questions. And he was a douchebag. And- and you didn't even like her... and I would go home, and just scream into my pillow..."

"Oh..." Steve replied softly, "Holy shit"

"Holy shit" Robin and Y/N said at the same time. Steve took a moment to think, his eyes focused on the wall behind Y/N's head. Both girls waited with bated breath to hear what he had to say, the nerves finally sinking into them.

"I'm sorry I sort of stole both of the girls you guys liked. I get Nancy, Y/N, she's a total package. But Tammy Thompson? Seriously Robin? I mean, she's cute and all, but she's a total dud" Steve scoffed.

"She is not"

"Yea, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to like, Nashville and shit" Y/N giggled to herself at the banter between Steve and Robin, instant relief flooding through her. Steve wasn't mad, or upset, or hateful. He was cracking jokes, just like he always did. She knew why Dustin adored him so much, and now she sort of adored him too. They were all laughing together, making fun of Tammy Thompson and her muppet voice, when Dustin and Erica busted into the bathroom.

"Okay. What the hell?"

They all tried to sneakily escape from the Russian spies, but it was no use. They were heavily armed and trained to dispose of them. The happy-go-lucky feeling was long gone, pure fear and anxiety replacing it. It was all of blur, one second they tried to sneak out the front doors of the mall, and the next they were all hiding behind one of the food court stands. That's when they heard the sound of a car crash, and looked up to see a young teenage girl Y/N didn't recognize and the rest of Dustin's friends. Then she noticed that Jonathan and Nancy where there. Her brother was overjoyed to see everyone, but she couldn't join him with the celebration. When she first made eye contact with Nancy, she couldn't discern the look on her face. It only made her panic more.

They all started talking about Russians and monsters, but Y/N was numb to it all. She was laser focused on Nancy, who was pointedly ignoring her again. Pure, unadulterated heartbreak devoured her soul. She went back to Jonathan, the kiss meant nothing, that had to be what had happened after she ran away. Y/N couldn't focus too much on her own feelings before the young girl, who she now knew as Eleven, collapsed onto the ground. That was the beginning of the end of Starcourt mall.

Y/N watched as the place she used to work caught aflame. The paramedics were attending to her wounds, but she was numb to all of it. She witnessed first hand of the monster that lived inside the Upside Down. It would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. They all fought it with fireworks and flames, anything to help Eleven defeat it. It was pure chaos, and filled with death. Chief Hopper and Max's brother Billy perished at the hands of the Mind Flayer, the name of the monster Dustin had supplied earlier. Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy throughout the fight, too preoccupied with the task at hand, but now all she could do was watch as Nancy and Jonathan spoke in the distance. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel her heart break more when she watched him hug her. The paramedic placed the last bandage on her and told her she was all set to go. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to run away, she couldn't stand seeing anymore of Jonathan Byers rekindling his flame with Nancy. She didn't get too far before she heard Nancy shout her name. Y/N kept walking, ignoring the siren's call, before she felt a firm grip on her arm.

"Don't run away from me again" Nancy reprimanded, her eyes lit up from the fire a short distance away. Y/N refused to speak, she had enough truth telling that night to last a lifetime. Nancy waited a moment, waiting for her to say something, before she sighed and let go of her arm. It took every ounce of Y/N's strength not to run away.

"I'm driving you home" It sounded like a command, and she knew better than to argue with her, so she nodded and made her way over to Nancy's car.

The girls drove in silence as they made their way through Hawkins. Y/N was barely paying attention to the road, too focused on calming herself down. A million and one thoughts ran through her head. Why was Nancy driving her home? Did she not hate her? Was she taking her to Lover's Lake to dump her body? That last one was far fetched, Nancy wasn't a murderer, but she did see her wield a gun like she was born too. Crazier things have happened. Y/N was lost in her own head, and didn't notice when Nancy parked the car. She finally looked up from her lap to take in her surroundings, they were in the parking lot of a playground. Y/N didn't know why Nancy had taken her there instead of her house, but she didn't think she was gonna kill her anymore. Burying a body at a park was a bad idea, and Nancy was too smart for that.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Nancy asked, finally breaking the tense silence.

"Yea... it was here..."

"We were 4 years old. I had fallen off the swings and hurt my knee. You ran up to me and asked if I was okay, and I could barely answer you because I was crying so hard," Nancy chuckled, a fond smile on her face, "You got down on your knees, the denim overalls cushioning the wood chips on the ground, and kissed both of my knees. You said your Mom did it whenever you had a boo boo, and that love makes the pain go away..." Y/N was shocked she remembered all of that, they were both so young. The memories were old and blurry, but they were still there in her mind, and they were apparently crystal clear in Nancy's.

"Yea... Why are you bringing this up?" Y/N wondered, unsure where Nancy was going with her line of questioning.

"I think it was then..." Nancy paused, taking a moment to catch her breath, "I think that's the moment I realized I was different. I went home to my Mom and Dad and told them I met Y/N Henderson on the playground with Grandma... I told them that you loved me and how I wanted to marry you..." The nausea in her stomach was replaced with butterflies, that feeling of hope rushing through her. What Nancy was telling her, it sounded all too close to a confession.

"My Dad immediately shot me down of course, said girls can't marry other girls, that it was wrong. My Mom just told him I was confused, that it was just how little girls are. My Dad was satisfied with that, and I was too. I mean, parents aren't supposed to lie to their kids right? I was just confused?" Nancy turned to face Y/N, her eyes focused and sure, "I lived by that for years. Every time I looked at you a little too long to be normal, I just wrote it off as that's just how girls are. That it was normal to love your best friend like that, but it's not isn't it?" Y/N shook her head, no it wasn't, there was nothing normal about it.

"I liked boys too, still do, and thought I was satisfied with that. I thought I was satisfied with Steve, satisfied with Jonathan, and I very well could have been... If I never met you" Nancy reached for Y/N's hand and squeezed it tight. She was shaking, but her face was strong and determined. She didn't realize how much she missed that look on her best friends face until that moment.

"I always compared the boys I dated to you, Jellybean, and none of them could compare. You're the one that makes me laugh, even when I'm about to cry. You know my favorite songs, and you know all of my dreams for the future, and you were the one who was there all along. I was confused for so long, until the moment you kissed me. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. I realized that it was something we could do, that it was something I wanted. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for me to catch up to what you already knew, but now I know for sure..." Nancy leaned over towards Y/N's seat, inches away from her face, and spoke the words she's wanted to hear for over a decade, "I belong with you Y/N Henderson"

Nancy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed her like she was finally coming up from air after she was drowning for so long. She kissed her like she was something to savor, slow, soft, and sweet. Y/N could feel her toes curl, her body singing with every moment of her lips against Nancy's. They kissed each other in that old playground parking lot like they had all the time in the world.

It was pure bliss, like something out of a love long.

A song Y/N never wanted to stop listening too.

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I wrote this before I routinely called him Dew. So when you read "Fire," that's Dew. He and Æther also have a different dynamic here than in other fics of mine. Also my Rain always thinks/speaks/writes in lowercase except for proper names. The line about the cat out of the bag directly quoted from a tweet by Chris Catalyst. AO3 link at the end.

Oh You Are Looking Good

Cumulus and Sunshine make a discovery about Æther, and provide him comfort and encouragement. Eventually, all the other Ghouls do too. Especially Fire.

Word count: 2,720

Tags: Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Cute, Sweet, Polyamorous Ghouls, Crossdressing, Makeover, Insecurity, Comfort, Friendship/Love, Platonic Relationships (are they really though?), UST if you want to read it that way, tactile comfort, Scents are comforting, Each Ghoul has a unique scent, Sensory Comfort

"Sunny. What's...What's this??"

Cumulus held up an outfit on a hanger from Æther's closet, a long-sleeved black hooded crop-top, paired with an ankle-length flowy skirt, also black, with two dramatic slits nearly up to the waist. Also strewn over the crossbar of the hanger was a pair of black fishnet stockings.

"Is this Cirrus'? No, the size is wrong. I mean I like it, but..." Her eyes went wide as she snapped her head up to her best friend, and in a stage whisper asked, "Is this actually Æth's???"

The pair had snuck into Æther's room in search of hoodies. It was Winter, and there was a chill in the air, even inside, and Ghouls from Hell are ill-equipped for such conditions. They'd went for Æther's things because his would be big and comfy on the two of them, being short and compact as they were. Fire would be the only one of the group to never get cold, so his closet would be useless. Also, he and Rain and Swiss and Mountain were all too slender for the kind of bulkiness they were looking for. So they were positive they'd find something in Æther's room.

And they sure had.

Sunshine couldn't help a giggle. "I think it must be! It wouldn't fit anyone else. Do you think...does he like to...??"

"I kind of hope so!" Cumulus was starting to feel giddy too. "Wouldn't he just look so--"

"So what? ...Oh, oh no..." The girls spun towards the door when Æther spoke. He'd frozen on the spot, seeing that get-up in Cumulus' hands. A blush spread from under his collar up to his hair line, and tears pricked his eyes. "Well. I suppose that’s that particular cat out of the bag."

His voice had turned so quiet and small, it hardly sounded like their favorite teddy bear of a Ghoul. Immediately the girls sprang back to being animated.

"Nooooo, Æth," crooned Sunshine, crossing the room to him. "Sweetie I was just thinking how FABULOUS you must look in this!!"

Cumulus was right behind her. "Me too, Æther! You didn't hear me say I HOPED this was yours!"

Shocked by the positive attention, he stammered out his words. "I--I've never t-told or shown anyone. It-it was just...just something for me...I'm such a big guy, and everyone else is... Just sometimes I wanted to...wanted to feel.......pretty..."

It was Sunshine's turn to get teary as he trailed off. "Oh, Æther!" She jumped up to put her arms around his neck. He caught her and squeezed around her waist. For a moment they nuzzled into the crooks of each other's necks, settling into the comfort of affection. She took a deep breath through her nose, scenting past his light cologne right down to just him. Words couldn't explain how she knew Quintessence energy smelled of cosmos, some combination of ozone, incense, and cold, but it was always the scent of security and strength to her.

Cumulus tucked herself to his side, rubbing her cheek against his bicep. He put Sunshine back on her feet to wrap an arm around Cumulus too. He pressed his face into their hair, delicately avoiding their horns. He smelled not their shampoos or other styling products, but them together, the medley like the rosy sky at the dawn of Spring, light and bright and soft, with the barest hint of moisture. He breathed them in until the emotion drifted away, like dust caught in a draft, swirling on a sunbeam.

Cumulus muttered into his chest, "We were cold and wanted to borrow some hoodies. We didn't mean to uncover your secret."

He ran his hand up and down her back, taking a final deep, steadying breath. "It's okay, Cloudy-girl. Just um...what happens now that you know?"

The two ladies pulled away just slightly and looked at each other, smiles growing on both their faces.

"Make-over?" suggested Cumulus, mischievously.

Sunshine nodded with enthusiasm. "Make-over." They each took one of Æther's hands, and led the dazed and apprehensive Ghoul to their room.

"Sit," Sunshine said, pointing to the bench in front of their vanity. She started rifling through all their collective make-up, while Cumulus looked for combs and hair clips. Æther normally kept his hair cropped very short, but it had been a while since he'd cut it, so she had something to work with, at least.

As he watched them gather supplies and listened to their excited chatter, he got more and more anxious. "Not...not too much now, ladies. I don't um...I don't know how everyone else is gonna react..."

Cumulus clicked her tongue at him. "Don't worry, Æth. Trust us."

Sunshine planted a knee on either side of him, straddling his lap with an eye shadow pallette in one hand and a make-up brush in the other. "I'll go easy on you, promise. Whoops!!" She shouted as she leaned back to get a better angle, almost toppling to the floor. He grabbed her where her waist flared out to her hips to restabilize her, and she smiled wide. "Thanks, sweetie." He didn't move his hands after that, and she didn't object. The tactile contact gave him reassurance, so he was glad she didn't seem to mind.

"Close your eyes, Æth. Relax." He did, and he tried, since Sunshine was blocking the mirror and he couldn't see into it anyway. As she started her work, Cumulus began running a comb through his hair, from his horns to the nape of his neck, grazing his scalp along the way. The gentle tingling sensations both there and on his eyelids conjured a low purring sound from his throat. The girls smiled at each other, knowing that rumble meant his mood was lifting.

The two of them started humming as they went on, harmonizing beautifully. At first Æther only listened, loving the way their voices played off each other. He couldn't always hear them on stage, so this was a nice treat. After a little while, though, his purring changed to add that lower vocal register, a steady drone under their harmonies.

They shared a look again, both of them internally melting from the sound of his voice. They also couldn't often hear him during their performances, and so reveled in it now. They genuinely adored him, and wanted him to feel good about himself, and judging by his reactions it seemed this moment was doing that.

They finished the tune and the three of them stilled, basking in the energies it left behind. Sunshine quietly broke the spell though, standing up to retrieve mascara from the vanity. It seemed appropriate to only whisper, "Open your eyes, Æther."

He fluttered his lids, adjusting to both the product on them, and the incoming light from the room and Sunshine herself. He focused on her face, appreciating her aesthetic beauty, even the little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she evaluated her work so far. She brought the bristled mascara applicator close to his eye before instructing, "Now blink," and his lashes hitting it was a strange feeling that forced him to suppress a giggle.

"Æther hold still!" Sunshine chided. "It's going to smear if you move too much and then you'll look like a racoon!" That made him laugh again, so Sunshine had to back off and let his fit settle.

It also interrupted Cumulus. His hair wasn't quite long enough to braid or pull up, but she'd been twisting it in neat rows from his forehead, clipping the ends about half way back on his head. She'd found several matching clips, black plastic with silver sparkles and shaped like butterflies, and they sat on him like a sweet little crown. The back of his head, she planned to tease up a little, exaggerate it like she sometimes did to her own tresses to match her Cloud nature. She figured for him, with the twists and the glittery clips, it would be a callback to Quintessence nebula clusters.

"I'm sorry girls," he said almost sheepishly. "I guess I'm still a little nervous about all this."

Cumulus hugged his shoulders from behind him, like he'd done to Fire countless times before. And like Fire had done, Æther's hands came up to caress hers. She rested her cheek against his. "Don't worry, Æther. We all love you just the way you are. And if anyone ever has an unkind word for you, especially about this, Sunny and I will make them regret it, won't we sis?"

"Of course! Æth, you're already beautiful. We're just accentuating it so you'll see it too." She tilted her head and smiled softly, watching a blush tint his cheeks again. "Oh you DEFINITELY need some color there too!" and she twirled around to grab more make-up.

And so he was forced to sit with her words as she and Cumulus chattered and laughed and got back to work. Already beautiful, she'd said. So he'd see it too. He wasn't sure he could. The other guys were slim, fit, conventionally attractive body types. He knew he had strength and broad shoulders, and those things were probably assets. But the rest of his frame, he often felt, took up too much space, especially by comparison. When he'd lie down in bed with Fire and Rain, he always worried they'd feel crowded and pushed to the edges. When they'd snuggle closer and cling to him, as much as he cherished and craved that, he'd wonder if they were only trying not to fall. He knew he had their love, and their relationship wasn't lacking anywhere, but still. He worried.

Sunshine's voice interrupted his thoughts. "I think I want to put some lip color on you too but then that's all. Hold still. I mean it." She meticulously lined his lips, then added the color. She put a tissue between them, told him to purse, took it away then stood back and smiled. "Cumulus. Come look."

The other woman stepped around, and her reaction was as bright as Sunshine's nature. She giggled and ran in place, clasping her hands that still held a teasing comb. "And I just finished with his hair! Oh Æth you look AMAZING!!"

He felt heat rise in his cheeks again. "So do I get to see now?"

"Not quite. Sunny, go get that outfit. You should have the full effect!"

Cumulus blocked the mirror until Sunshine came back, and then the girls draped a blanket over it with instructions of "No peeking Æth!" before they left to give him privacy. He was careful changing shirts, not to muss his hair and make-up. When it came to the skirt and fishnets, he realized the boxer briefs he had on would show underneath them, so he had no choice but to go commando. He knew he liked the feeling of the fishnets on his legs, but the sensation of them directly on his nether region was new. And more than a little exciting. He squashed those thoughts quickly, pulled on the skirt, and called the girls back in.

They both squealed and giggled and clapped when they saw him, talking too fast for him to catch the actual words. He felt awkward, loving the sensation of the clothes themselves but feeling uncomfortable in his own skin still, not knowing what he looked like now. And of course the commotion attracted further attention, and soon the room seemed too full as Cirrus, Mountain, and Swiss came to investigate.

"Hooooowhee, lookin' GOOD, big man!" Swiss licked his lips in appreciation as he cocked a hip and draped an arm around Sunshine, punctuating it by tilting up her chin for a kiss. Mountain gave Æther a drawn out once-over, running his tongue over his teeth, grinning and winking whilst pulling his Cloud ladies close. Cirrus was teary-eyed and exclaimed how perfectly lovely he looked. A tiny smile quirked at Æther's lips as they all showered him with compliments.

"Yes, well," he said quietly, "Thank you all for being so kind. But I'd very much like to see myself as well, if that's alright now, girls." Sunshine and Cumulus nodded and both walked hurriedly to the mirror. They each grabbed an edge of the blanket and fluttered it for the drama, before counting down, "3...2...1!" and flinging it off. Everyone else held their breath, waiting for Æther's reaction.

Sunshine had given him a subtle, smoky cat eye, a little winged liner and an expert blend of grey and black with lavender metallic highlights. A complimentary dusting of blush graced his cheeks, almost hiding the color that rose there naturally once more. His lips were matte, deep purple towards the center and fading gracefully out to black liner, and even he had to admit, they looked ready to be kissed. With the crop-top, skirt, and fishnets, he looked phenomenally goth, and all he'd need was his shined-up Doc Martens for a glorious night out.

He fumbled his own thoughts, not sure at all what adjectives or superlatives to use. He thought he might ask the girls to teach him how to do this himself, because even the barest bit of confidence he felt, would be well worth the effort. He knew everyone was waiting for him to say something though.

"I look..."

"you look incredible." A gentle voice sounded, and behind his reflection Æther saw Rain in the doorway. He walked almost reverently up to Æther, placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. His dark eyes shone as he mapped out Æther's features, committing everything to memory.

"You really think so, Rainy?" Æther grasped Rain's other hand and entwined their fingers.

"yes, Æther-my-love." Rain stepped even closer. "will it mess it up if i kiss you?"

"No," squeaked out Sunshine, practically vibrating with excitement. Rain's smile grew wider as he closed the final distance between them. The scents of petrichor and a breeze off the sea accompanied the pressure of Rain's lips, and as usual when they were close like this, Æther would have been happy to drown.

Collectively, the room breathed out the tension they'd all felt. It was replaced by a wave of not quite relief, as the elation was starting to spark the various attractions between them. There was an almost tangible electric thrum as their love for Æther bounced between them all, starting at Rain's kiss and spreading like wildfire.

And speaking of Fire.

"One Below, where did everybody disappear to??" Despite being small, his voice carried as he stalked down the hallway. He wasn't upset, just confused. Still wrapped in Æther's arms, Rain called out to him.

"in here, Fire. you'll want to see this."

Æther tensed in Rain's embrace. He wasn't sure why the thought of Fire seeing him was making him this anxious. Rain noticed though, and whispered to him, "take some ocean's calm, my love. it'll be okay," and Rain's Healing energy trickled onto Æther's nerves. They still were a bit frayed, though, when Fire finally entered the room.

His presence, commanding as always, came complete with the sulfur and smoke odor that was uniquely him, and it hit Æther like a hot desert wind. Rain took a step back, so Æther could face him. Fire had this way of standing very still that was more than a little intimidating, and he was doing that now. The mumbling of the other Ghouls had stopped.

But in a blink, Fire was a hair's breadth from Æther, blue eyes flashing. He looked him over, more quickly than Mountain had, gaze flicking around as if he didn't know where to look next. Coming back to Æther's face, he cocked his head to the side.

"Cumulus? Sunshine?" he asked flatly. "Mind if we borrow your room?" The intimate sensations the fishnets provided started to creep back into Æther's awareness, as both ladies shook their heads. "In that case," Fire continued, a smirk tugging at his mouth, "Everybody out."

All the Ghouls except Rain scrambled and scurried to leave, now looking to find their own private spaces. Rain only lingered a moment longer, kissing Æther's cheek, and then Fire's, before walking away. As he closed the door behind him, Fire's voice followed, a familar mounting growl that put a knowing smile on Rain's lips.

"On the bed. And the skirt stays on."

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #fanfiction #aether ghoul #fanfic #ghoul headcanons #ao3fic #fluff #polyamourous ghouls #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette

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-BEGINNING LORE/SUN SAGA-

In the beginning, most everyone lived in Item’s (@item-shoppe) basement, eventually escaping one way or another to Nefarious’s (@nefarious-exclam) tower or to set up their own place.

I, Mini, came along through anon. An anon (a different one) had supposedly been quoting the lyrics to a song, but none of us knew the song and took it seriously. So we killed the sun. How? Well Nef tried (and failed) to shoot it with a water gun, and one of his gimmick posts was shrinking someone down to the size of an ant. So, if they’re able to do both of those things, I figured “Why can’t he do both on the sun?”

I sent in an ask, on anon (before I had become a gimmick blog. I was wanting to be one at this point but didn’t know what my gimmick would be) telling him to shrink the sun down to the size of an ant and shoot it with a water gun. It worked, the sun was extinguished, and it all went dark in the universe. And cold.

After figuring out what gimmick I wanted to be, I quickly made a profile picture for the blog and made the blog itself, now being able to interact with everything easily. The first interaction I had was with Vance (@advancement-made), and they asked me why I would do that. I didn’t think it would actually work, but it did and I have been advised to not underestimate Nef again. I was also forgiven.

Meanwhile, the Ice People had come out of the ice caves (looking at you, @solidwater05. I know what you did. /silly) and were attacking Nefarious, trying to get him to become an Ice Person as well. Nefarious uses a lot of mana during this period of time, trying to fight them off. Also Vance and Glitches (@glitches-and-bugs) can glow, we found out.

Boss (@bossfight-messages) ends up making a deal with the Ice People, telling them that they’ll be an Ice Person if they are given blankets. This deal was never completed, however, as Boss never turned into an Ice Person. Guess it’s too late for that now, though.

In the meantime, Vance and I forged a plan to relight the sun by making a large bonfire and throwing the sun in it, since Nef still had the sun in their hands. Small fires went out pretty quickly, but we figured a large bonfire would take a while to go out. Vance ended up leaving to get some wood, whilst I left to get something to light the wood with. I found some matches, before the Ice People found me.

The Ice People tried convincing me to join them, eventually telling me about how they are lonely and just want a friend. I ended up breaking, and they infected me, turning me into an Ice Person with them.

Before I could do anything as an Ice Person (infecting others, hiding away in the Ice Caves, etc.), the sun returned to the sky, having been re-lit. Normally, I would’ve melted since I was ice, but it was night-time. So I still had time.

Status (@status-updates) ended up watching as everyone panicked about me being an Ice Person, as he sat on a thawing machine. Nefarious ended up making a bargain with Status for the thawing machine, and when Status agreed on the price, he took 50 extra gold from Nefarious for renting the thawing machine. Nef used the thawing machine on me, thawing away the ice. I was back to normal, and everything was right and good in Exclamania once more. Well, except for Nef. Especially since he was angry at Status for swindling them.

Nef also gave me one of his cloaks, since I was still quite cold after having been frozen for about an hour. They also revealed that he knew the Ice People once. This seems to be a pretty big part of both Nefarious and Select (@character-selecton) lore.

If anyone else has anything to add to the Beginning Lore/Sun Saga lore, feel free to add to it!

If needed, I can also post a plaintext version. If you need a plaintext version, just ask and I can post it!

#not a mini-game #sun blackout #sun saga #ooc speaking #this is entirely from my perspective of the sun saga so please please please tell me if theres something to be added or changed.#i also wasnt planning on using color but i did anyways? because theres a bit of pronoun soup in some places #so i figured it would make it easier for some people to have the colors #which is why im offering a plaintext version just in case ^^"#i also wasnt there in the beginning lore which is why its so short but i dont think there was much in the beginning anyways #documenting the beginning #part 1/3 #im gonna be documenting the sun saga (complete) the interrobang war and the gnome armada! 3 separate posts for this lmao

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ohh tell me about the Titans AU where Grayson has to fight Rachel's demonic presence???? INTRIGUE

OOOOOOKAY I hope you knew you were about to unleash a dragon when you typed this out because I have A LOT TO SAY AND GIFS TO BACK IT UP

Some of it you probably already know because I can't seem to shut up about this particular episode and I know I've made a post about this a while back but TO RECAP: (Beware of spoilers)

Episode 4x10. Two episodes earlier it has been revealed that Rachel and the season's big bad Sebastian (who also happens to be her half brother) share a physical connection - when one gets hurt, the other gets hurt the same way. To quote Dick: "he cut you with a knife and he bled the same way". Dick and Kory make a decision to bench Rachel to protect her, which she isn't too happy about. So Dick makes a call to a friend from London who knows a little something about magic stuff (the person is never named but DC fans might connect the description to John Constantine) and brings Rachel a possible solution to the connection thing - black magic ritual that is supposed to give the "inner evil" a physical form so it can be killed. They meet with a witch who guides them through the ritual, explains that once the evil takes form, Rachel will be left defenseless because the monster will be draining her energy until Dick kills it. If he fails, she dies. The witch also gives Dick a blade - or rather just a hilt of it and explains that the blade will be formed by magic from his love for Rachel.

The evil takes the form of a monster, which is basically a zombie version of Sebastian and it looks like this:

And Dick spends the rest of the episode chasing it around trying to kill it because he's struggling with getting the blade to work (my man was overthinking it too much instead of letting his feelings guide him but he's a rookie when it comes to magic so I forgive him) and only managed to do it when the monster took Rachel as his direct target

Dick kills the monster, Rachel gets back her life force, the connection is broken. Ritual complete.

What I want to do is make it more angsty. Because sure, running around fighting a zombie was a fun idea for the episode but it wasn't the best. I can agree it works with the logistics of Rachel and Sebastian's connection - the part of Sebastian in her that's creating it will take his physical form - but I love the idea of it becoming more personal to both Dick and Rachel, therefore harder.

You've seen season 1 so you know that in the beginning Rachel had this demonic reflection who always taunted her and tried to make her do bad things, a darkness that took over sometimes.

As Rachel's powers evolved through the show, that part of her disappeared and I want to bring it back. I want the inner evil to take her form during the ritual. I want to put that magic blade in Dick's hand and have him realize that the monster he has to slay to save his little girl is his little girl herself, her own darkness she had to fight her entire life until he taught her how to accept it.

There will obviously be no fight. Because Dick won't be able to fight her. Not when she's standing in front of him with this baby face, striped shirt and blue highlights in her dark hair, the little kid he met in Detroit. He'll be standing there, frozen, while Demon!Rachel does what she does best - taunting, teasing, spitting venom and digging into his head, throwing all his greatest hits right into his face, all the while real Rachel is laying there on the floor, her life force fading away.

And I am ripping my hair out just thinking about it

#fathers and daughters y'all #mundi asks #dc titans #titans #dcu titans #titans season 4 #tv: titans #dick grayson #rachel roth #dick and rachel #graysonfam

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The Jacksepticeye Cinematic Universe: Chase Brody

The 2022 Revival with the return of the JSE egos & newly established universe. Ready or not, for a 5th time buckle up once again.

And here we go!

May 20th

Jack himself on Discord promises there will be new ego material;

May 22nd

On JSETWT (a community Twitter page), Jack also responds to a post about missing Chase & saying that “he’ll be back”.

May 23rd

Jack makes this post on JSETWT;

Admitting how daunting it was to attempt to do it by himself, and how he has received help from our own @turquoisemagpie (referred to as Magpie from here on out)!

May 24th

We noticed a change of an iconic title from “Dark Silence” to “What do you want from me?”; a direct quote from Chase in that ending.

Which may not be a coincidence when compared to previous titles.

(Also important to note is we got both Jack’s & Magpie’s own ego tier lists, something other community members were doing.)

June 4th

In this video (& this one, ~2 weeks later) we get some ego updates.

June 9th

This intro is a little suspicious/ glitchy with similar Quit The Game to Win vibes.

June 20th

In a reblog from Magpie, we see for the 1st time (but not the last) a strange symbol; (•:) It appears again in a Code Guide, & how a something very similar looks to be engraved in the orb from Argentum Inanis.

June 22nd

Over on Twitter, a page called I.R.I.S is discovered.

Speculation explodes about who they are, a poster about working with them, how their symbol being an eye is cause for worry, a question about superhero powers, an approaching 100th anniversary, & that IRIS (something written in the spellbook from Argentum Inanis) was an acronym all along.

Then later, the same symbol is added to their page.

June 26th

They Are Here... l 3 Scary Games is uploaded. The intro & other moments in the video shows a security camera perspective in the recording room, & a septiceye is found during a glitch effect.

Later, the title & thumbnail change; revealing an eye & lights not there before;

During a fun community Theory Stream (nothing official), Magpie talks about the REDACTED spell book page they created & released for us to view, & how they also made the IRIS poster.

July 5th

IRIS tweets how they’ll show some of their earliest prototypes leading up to their 100th anniversary. In a reply they say “We will be sharing pics periodically in the coming weeks”. Later Jack's instagram story is about.... Old puppets.

July 7th

IRIS reveals their 1st prototype, some earbuds; saying “The Computer’s Aid! With a simple bone-conduction implant, this little device increased a person’s mental arithmetic skills by 76%!”

Something a certain Doctor might find very useful, & a possible advancement. A day later, IRIS shows an earlier version that could only “do one ear at a time”.

June 10th

It’s Jackieboyman’s birthday! Jack tweets this out;

Which was done in a collab with Magpie & Topicgurin.

Meanwhile, we get some more hints from Magpie in another Theory Stream; including things about Overnightwatch glitches, Chase’s mental state, & Schneeplestein (& possibly where he’d been for 9 months).

The next day, Jack posts in JSETWT that as much as he wanted to post a JBM video, he doesn’t want to do the same thing with the same outfit as before, but for his return to be “expensive & meaningful. He’s a superhero, he should look like one too”.

July 16th

IRIS posts another prototype; the Retrowave. They say “A year after the first commercial microwave was launched in 1947, IRIS took cooking one step further. The Retrowave! Not only could it cook frozen meals to perfection, it could return a stale meal back to its freshest state! Here the lab boys are testing a chicken dinner”

July 31st

Another IRIS tweet, praising the James Webb Telescope photos... Which were released around 2 weeks earlier in real time.

August 3rd

It’s the 5th anniversary (or, half a decade) of Kill JSE, still one of the biggest (& heartbreaking) ego videos to be released, so far.

Jack’s later upload itself is not suspicious, except for the first & end in-video ads, which are both edited with a big horror edge. In the later one, there’s this;

Where the bottom numbers may just reference a future date.

August 11th

It’s another birthday- our magic boi Marvin! IRIS also tweets out a direct quote from one of three laws regarding impossibility.

Just like JBM’s birthday, Jack acknowledges Marvin’s;

August 12th

The next day, we get IRIS’s 3rd prototype. A measuring tape-like item, or “The wondrous Lite-R device! This nifty little quantum mass displacer turned humanly unliftable objects as light as air! Just make sure that construction beam doesn’t go floating away in the breeze!”

Also, Jack tweets how he is on the move (via airplane).

August 14th

The upload of the day’s intro is a little... Off-putting. The ending as well has another staring contest (but shorter than QTGTW).

Jack retweets the IRIS Night Watcher poster. He also posts this, saying how he is in LA at the moment to film things with the IRIS project & his plan is to “blow your minds in the next year or so with this story and world”.

The next day, IRIS tweets an appreciation post for a Dr. Louise Hopkins.

August 17th & 18th

Jack has been busy with filming with Mark’s & corridor digital’s help. We get a few instagram stories showing some hospital equipment & an IRIS script.

August 20th

IRIS tweets a familiar question, this time with picture of a real-life security camera, and Jack lets us know that filming has wrapped up.

August 21st

We get this upload; WTCHR.

It’s video from IRIS themselves advertising their latest camera security system that’s able to watch detect both motion & even emotion, powered by an Antimatter generator. We question who the WTCHR might actually be & another possible rule of 3.

In the thumbnail there appears to be another eye/ SOS, & the Twitter IRIS symbol changes. The next day both the title & thumbnail change. A few days later Jack’s returned home, saying he can’t wait to show us all what he’s filmed.

September 1st

Another IRIS tweet, simply showing this;

September 8th

In I Spent a Day With JSE, Jack talks a bit more about the current IRIS plans.

September 10th

(It seems like those numbers from the nordvpn ad screenshot were in reference to this date, 9-10). IRIS posts their 4th invention;

“Infinity-color TV! Historically the first ‘high definition’ television; not bad for 1973! It was sadly recalled after 7 months due to reports of permanent colour-blindness. Don’t sit too close to THIS screen!”

September 15th

It is our very own Dr. Schneeplestein’s birthday; instead of a birthday post or acknowledgement as we’ve seen before (& some were predicting), IRIS tweets how they have “a power-related issue”.

September 22nd

A week later IRIS asks us what we could tell our past selves if time travel was possible, a slight title change is noticed with WTCHR, & the next day CHASE is added to its’ description. A few days later Sean lets us know that he knows his next upload will be his 5,000th.

September 30th

Jack... States how October starts the very next day. With an eye emoji. Joy.

October 1st

It’s spooky month. IRIS tweets a quick (& familiar) BOO!!

October 2nd

Jack tweets a 10 sec clip of alarms & a warning sign/ IRIS poster.

October 4th

IRIS tweets a vid clip, with eerie sirens, a loading screen, what looks like an interrogation room, & what could be a spot for a facecam or a familiar security camera format.

October 5th

Jack hits the ground running with this attention-grabbing tweet;

Soon enough; this is my 5,000th video is uploaded. Jack is going through different ideas, styles, & variations of what he ‘could do’ for his 5,000th vid (including the slap chop, finally). There’s a quick few clips of something different- then we get to the ending. A teaser trailer for the IRIS Project.

We see Chase being questioned about how he suddenly got from the woods to a rooftop (directly about/ from CHASE, go watch it). A red, bloody massacre with a plea “I didn’t kill them”, strange but familiar sayings, symbols & posters, an ominous quote yelled (that IRIS directly tweets later), Chase’s accusing “you guys knew & you did nothing!”

October 7th

It’s a selfie day in the JSE TWT community tab, so Jack himself posts this:

October 10th

It’s Anti’s birthday! The clothing brand Cloak tweets such a happy b-day post all in zalgo. Later... Jack himself tweets this out;

Note the one piece of zalgo at the very end.

October 13th

It’s been 3 years since CHASE. Meanwhile, Jack tweets another short IRIS clip, this one showing scenes from CHASE & “Discovery Logs”, “Persons of Interest” / “SUBJECTS”.

October 17th

Jack posts this video; & through out the run-time are random glitches & quick clips from the IRIS Project. The next day on his Discord, Jack promises more spooks & he’s been “enormously busy”.

October 19th

Another video upload on the channel, & more IRIS glitches. Jack also later says in a reply on the JSETWT page that there is no date set as things aren’t quite ready yet, but “soon” will be.

October 21st

Yet another full game let’s play, & even more glitches- including a new one showing a bowtie (& a certain dapper gentleman has worn before);

October 23rd

Someone is trying to hack into IRIS... Also, Jack lets us know that he’s very sick.

October 25th

Another IRIS character is introduced; Dr. Lucille Bell, & later a new clip gets tweeted by Jack, showing Chase’s psyche analysis.

October 27th

IRIS tweets out more info; note the shadow outline on the screen.

October 28th - 30th

Each day from IRIS we get number with a short clip, essentially a countdown & in a spectrogram from one of the IRIS clips, “NOT SAFE” is found.

Jack posts how Project IRIS is dropping the next day on Halloween, & even uploads a video. We also get new Night-Watch IRIS posters from Magpie.

October 31st - Happy Halloween!

Jack posts a couple comments about today. Then a tweet that things were about to start. It gets posted aaaand- it’s a livestream? Showing a computer for a password??

Yep. It’s up to chat to figure out what it is & post the answer one letter at a time. Just like Overnightwatch (& /zoom), this turns out to be “I AM HERE”.

Where we are transported to another room, with a time bar at the bottom slowly running out.

It turns out this entire event- this ARG- has rooms where the live chat can actually control the camera movements to find a hidden puzzle, complete the game/ puzzle before time runs out, & a video clip is released.

It takes some time with nearly 40k watching & participating, but Jack (& IRIS) kept us updated! The stream even crashed at one point.

There are several easter eggs in a couple different places, (including a turtle, that was actually Magpie’s idea. Awe. We named him Gerald.)

Later, Jack posts the entire video; ANOMALY FOUND - CHASE BRODY. It shows Chase at IRIS for (supposedly) a week.

October 18th, 2019, day one; Chase is being questioned by IRIS (for simplicity, we’ll call Dr. Arin) about how he spontaneously appeared after the events of CHASE. He is consistently asked about being in contact with a Subject/ ALTR 114209, & told he cannot leave.

October 19th, day two; Chase is given the Dr. Hopkins Assessment that is filled with all sorts of questions, & is pushed to the limit.

Day three; no one comes to talk with Chase, but at least is given a tennis ball for distraction. However he hears sounds/ voices he recognizes & shouts out some familiar words.

October 21st, day four; Dr. Arin informs that both exposure levels & levels in the room “have also been increased”. They repeat the same Assessment as before, but this time there are light flashes & Chase becomes more & more distraught. He stumbles over his answers & can’t understand what’s happening to him.

Day five; Chase is alone again, but hears a different voice that he calls ‘Echo’. Chase insists that they can both leave if they work together, & discovers Echo has seen Anti too. After claiming Chase is “special” they abruptly leave.

Day six; Dr. Arin tries a different, more kind & sympathetic approach to get Chase to open up. He tells a case about how IRIS helps people, that he knows what Chase has been through (with an evil giggle heard), how he has seen ALTR 114209, & who he was; “a husband. A father”. Chase tearfully claims “I didn’t kill them”.

Day seven; Chase is told he needs to be moved to a more secure location, but panics when he recognizes a red hallway. “I’ve been here before” & says they have to leave. When IRIS doesn’t listen, he attempts to flee but gets dragged back- pleading all the way.

The finale; a dead guard shows right away that everything went wrong, then we actually go through Chase’s cell camera to the same hallway. Bodies now litter the space, fresh blood on the ground. A figure levitates down & makes his way to Chase on the other end, leaving bloody footprints in his wake.

Anti greets him, in a voice not like one we’ve heard before caused by the scar across his throat, with “hello Chase”.

The video then ends.

Afterwards, IRIS tweets “service maintenance required”.

The next day, we get a partially REDACTED document from IRIS, & Sean does a livestream going over the Project- & the future.

November 3rd - 4th

Jack tweets in a reply how Chase canonically has only 1 kid now. The next day, we find out it’s IRIS’s 100th Anniversary;

Which happens to be the mirrored date of Chase’s first video.

Later, in another Theory Stream going over the Project; Magpie hints IRIS redacted info from us as Echo was communicating with Chase, & Anti’s line was originally a different voice than the final version.

Check out all the other JSE timelines!

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye cinematic universe #JSECU Timeline #JCU

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